A quiet knowing, deep inside,
No face or form, nowhere to hide.
A gentle hum, a steady light,
The truth of all, in darkest night.
A watching, calm, and clear embrace,
The essence of my inmost space.
Not far away, a distant king,
But who I am, the song I sing.
It lives in me, this silent power,
My truest self, in every hour.
No separation, no divide,
Within my soul, I can confide.
I am this flow, this endless grace,
The boundless love in time and space.
This is my truth, I hold it fast,
The holy spark that's built to last.
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