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In the exquisiteness of emptiness is a realm most fair
The Uncreated One in Dark Mystery is there
In his lair of Nowhere/Everywhere he hides
And in depths untold his Peace abides
First waking reveals this peace of sleep and grave
Now to day I must become a slave
Here another dawn and chance to set things right
And pull into day what already lives in the night
A realm more precious than all the world's gold
Riches of the spirit world in sleep unfold
When able to both struggle and relax in waking revery
The soul finds its heaven here also set free
Joy of joys when dualities merge instead of fight
Merged in relativity is even "wrong and right"
And then all worldly hierarchies fall down
And rising up to heaven grows the world's true renown
And fading into insignificance
Thing-ness is seen as only a short and frenzied dance
Here today and then melting away
As does all here below where nothing long stays
Meanwhile the opposites merge and disappear
And reappear on a higher tier
A fourth dimension/chakra subatomic heart place
Invisible to gross things here below of time unmerged to space
