Grand Creator,
if this is your footstool,
I cannot see comfort in a ball,
if the corners, or edges are there,
I clearly understand them now,
when your sky opens and scrolls outward
and all look UP and see
I'll have experienced
the why
hide not thy face to those
with open eyes,
whosoever with free sight
sees clearly who
was not the seer,
of the unseen,
that which is
eternal
so we create love and pain
love and sorrow, love and hate
what would happen if we dropped
all the emotions?
where is the pain>
in joy?
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