The heavy vibration of eternity
The formlessness of Infinity
The void and self
Are one and same
Entities sing from beyond space/time
But cannot listen from the mind
Damp smell of the everywhen
The bitter taste of reality
Shadows in the corner of perception
But when stare, they disappear
But when looked, they are nowhere
But when seen, they are everywhere
The silent knowledge,
Brings whispers of Reality.
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