Hiranyagarbha splits
If heart be pure and for freedom we beg,
the one that was two becomes one again,
by hatching our soul from the cosmic egg,
polarities balanced and free from stain,
uniting in heart, whence bliss falls like rain,
this happenstance occurring not be chance
but rather when we make erect our stance.
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