Watershed secret / With eyes ever unburdened // The goddess in her luminant element /// Her energy actively everywhere //// Fountaining incandescence ///// The empty mind ////// Its celestial womb /////// Connection //////// Unmediated by commerce ///////// Vivacious song bird ////////// Glistening window dew ////////// Every moment the center ///////// Around which eternity swirls //////// poems /////// She knows ////// As all that cleaves ///// To sing in unity //// The first valiants /// The last rights // Love, pierced / Bleeds teardrop galaxies of glee
Neither surrender nor sacrifice | Neither synthesis nor sleep || Neither symbol nor samsara ||| Neither samadhi nor sun |||| Neither singularity nor salvation ||||| Neither serpent nor seduction |||| Neither spirit nor silence ||| Neither symphony nor sand || Neither stimulant nor senses | Neither symmetry nor
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