In these, our Final Days, do we not seek immersion
into the formlessness of the (m)other.
Just as before any notion of naissance or Beginning,
we know no division; we are enveloped by remembrance.
At once One -beyond caricatures of Good and Evil....
and yet, mirrored perfectly in these forms, our
divisions of self, desire, birth and death dissolve
into a white bliss....
Here yet There-
We see(k) True Wisdom.
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