There is this place, where you and I meet
In utter silence, we retreat
No words we speak and yet we know
It is our Home.
It's like a garden deep within
With flowers blooming by a stream
All mysteries are here revealed
Infinity redeemed.
No circle, square, no shape, no form
Can ever bind us to this world
For truth is One and we are All
Eternally, a spark of gold.
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