It’s not a “ness,”but instead just “one.”
It is a collapse, a falling in, a lack of holding on.
An entering and then beginning of simultaneity – simply.
Collapsing many, all is reduced.
Reduction leaves one standing, yet pervasive, inclusive and unified.
Within – without – I am. There is none else.
Reduced to flaming spark,
Divinity slips into wakefulness – a knowing of all-made not moving dynamic Self.
Flow. Tao. Dynamically Unchanging.
Yet beginningless – birthed to the endlessness of birth again.
The beauty is word less. The simplicity profound.
Speaking complicates the silence.
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Profound
thank you so much!