Sky
Not for him the outer stars,
not for him the high reach.
Core and interiority, the essence,
the very inmost,
that was his aim.
Eventually it came upon him
that there was always an expanse,
an immeasurable sky
within every substance and object.
He called that vastness,
‘me’.
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