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...the endless knot .... the holy grove... |
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...the threshold ... the place beyond... |
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...I enter, like a newborn child.... |
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Embracing the eternal |
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Like a consuming fire |
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The knowledge grows |
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When it's cleft |
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Though still patchworked |
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Yet flooding |
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The creating touch |
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Washing away the vile. |
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Embracing the ancient |
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While trees gently whisper |
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Those intimate |
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Longed-for words |
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The greet wheel |
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Is still revolving |
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With untouchable sovereignty |
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So invulnerable. |
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Into the sacred grove I drown |
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The endless knot |
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Draws me into |
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The fire of hearts, the place beyond |
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Then I'll be born |
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Then I'll be renewed |
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...naked spirit ... bare... |
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Spirit |
