The realm of the ineffable,
the flow and flux of the cosmos
has no voice of its own
and nothing to say.
After we've taken deep drafts
from the river of silence
we begin to understand
the dawning embrace of the universal.
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The realm of the ineffable, the flow and flux of the cosmos has no voice of its own and nothing to say. After we've taken deep drafts from the river of silence we begin to understand the dawning embrace of the universal. |
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