there is no one here
there is the knower and the known
where the known would know the knower
to which end he does then atone
by making all movements slower
the knower is wherefrom flows will
so how is the urge to know born
that seeming voids within may fill
when through cessation ego’s shorn
borrowed is creative instinct
though not quite choice not to react
whence bliss vibrance in the void inked
forges then with God a firm pact
no one ascends though it seems so ~
this truth is known in stillness slow
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