The Brimming Cup
Wander not I sayeth the acceptant,
for on the course of comet tails thee fly.
Seest thou not the onyx jewel of darkness
in the eye of Lamb or lion?
Wander not sayeth I. accept the cup full and brimming
Have no longing for all is gifted thee.
If teeth thy have then chew sayeth I for it is thine gift.
If voice thy have then sing sayeth I for song is thy gift.
Let loose the concept of wander and be a doing self
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