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When the ink gets a little dimmer,
When it gets a little quieter,
When boundaries dull,
When the heart is too full,
And yet one can be null..
It’s the eternal void of bounty..
It’s the sacred altar of plenty…
It may know less
But it knows deeply..
Gnosis simply happens….
A subtle occurrence in the nidus of silence!
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