Voices have softened their parabolic turns,
Images and words evade the rows,
Solvating their substance into spacious void,
Cyclic breath exists its loops.
A shift of perception has taken over,
Chasing illusions loses its jaunty charm,
Awareness drops its creations,
Looking at itself without lens.
There is no center here or periphery,
Differences and familiarity dispersed any meaning,
The secret each luminous Being is striving to decode
Becomes known.
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