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| Glimpses of the Holy City |
words fail
the truth will out
but words are all we have
shadows on the wall of the cave
turn round
snowflakes
looking glass clear
following the breathing
emptiness is pulling the strings
fragments
Seeing the light blinded him
things were never quite the same
it wasn’t that anything had changed
more that everything was different
his state was divine
yet he did not cling to divinity
knowing he must be empty of self
in order to conquer the world
and all its suffering.
