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Oh readers, may my brevity be realized in this passage Oh fruitful earth, may you please ignore our credulity Oh bountiful harvest, may you please continue to feed our souls Oh radiant stars, may you please not dim for we relish your glow Oh loving sun, may you please shine into our yearning hearts Oh blissful moon, may you please stay put as a marquee in darkness Oh blanketing wind, may you please blow softly on uneasy minds Oh hand of esoteric mystery, don't close your fist in disappointment Oh love, I see your everlasting grip of the good I see beauty in all you encompass I see you encompass all that is beautiful Oh love, I see how you walk in the hidden channel of eternal and mortal I see you shine from each atom, I see you brimming from tears of joy and sorrow Oh universe, is your magic a byproduct of love, or is loves magic a byproduct of you? Who are you? Beautiful are the good laws Beautiful are the good smiles Beautiful are the good tears Beautiful is the mingling of good and natural But what is good and natural? Beautiful And what is beautiful? Love The circle of infinity winds into itself, and begins again With a touch it is electrified, and with a breath it can vanish To understand, would require parameters, instead we take a step with eyes closed If there's solid ground or quicksand is a mystery In that mystery is where the verve and itch for life swells and dwells Oh life, it is fun pretending to unravel riddles of your silent gifts, by atom smacking naively We're swallowed by your breath; by asking why we breathe When all the while, the answer is the question itself Oh god, let us bask in your symbol as the totality of existence Let us drown ourselves in reverence of your labyrinthine eyes Who am I addressing? Love. Who is love? You.