Leave the kingdom of Shouldand settle in the land of Not Knowing,where the wise have broken their wine cups stumbling, falling in astonished laughter.Where pairs of opposites grow on a single vine and lovers squeeze amrit from thorns. Be done with this searching for who you already are.This begging for what you have.This beating your breast like a weary
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