The mind evolves into transparency and resonates in
consciousness as lucid being—
and the unknown is the known that isn't named in this
enlightening intent of that unknown to know oneself—
the walls come tumbling into clarity—the world is seen as
revelation— love is sounding in the meadow with compassionate efflorescence—
I shall wear and write the form of my translation and samadhi
when I'm dying to.
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