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“The Rose is without an explanation; She blooms, because She blooms…” – Angelus Silesius

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Terry Oldfield – Moonlight on a Lotus


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I’ve watched
a burning candle,
asking myself
“where does the light come from?”

I then blew it out,
with a single breath.

Now
I’m watching it again
asking myself
“where did the light go?”

I have a strange feeling
that it traveled
back Home,
to where all the Light comes from.

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