To simply see silence,
infinite wideness; endless divine,
is to feel the doorway,
to feel the infinite sublime.
When mortals walk
without the golden light
they walk alone,
they walk in hustling blight.
We are the heirs,
a royal chain of all.
Timeless, deathless;
we are the caller and the call.
To stand upright
in spirit's silence free,
is to know you are
the center, eternity.








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