Beneath the veil of words is the face of silence. Under the fountain of ideas is the well of unknowing. Bathe in the grace at the end of this breath, just before the next breath is given. Rest in holy darkness, groundless womb of creation. Listen to what sings before "mind" arises, the poem that transmutes each atom, each electron of your flesh, into the light of the glory of the body of
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