great peace is felt then
as none remains to order the self
as chatter inside you ceases
god's grace is felt then
words shall lead you as far
as you'd live the life beyond them
language is too tricky my friend
beware of its trick
become not the masters of words
else words become you world
reality is beyond words
search, nothing in particular
but that which satisfy you for ever
search that after the meeting
Of which, entire search would halt
search nowhere or elsewhere
search there whose single glimpse
shall cease the search itself
Nowhere to go now
The eternal place is found
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