In search of the huddle
Worlds that are born of the non-dual world,
Worlds that are born of the non-dual world,
Dwell in the minds that are blind
and blurred.
Since the One is merged in too
many ones,
The meaning is lost in the huddle undone!
In the faith that the world can
never be destroyed,
Hats are hatching and heating in void.
Intelligence for sure can win us a
way,
If that’s not butchered in pieces
of clay!
04 August 2014
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