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Students of enlightenment contemplate
forces that infiltrate the mortal tick,
thinking intellect will not grasp - authentic reflections,
perhaps, it may sense a few tangible echoes,
finding significance in sensations,
since true essence exists without form,
no proof can locate its demeanor,
some may pay close attention,
listening with ears will not determine its voice,
it exists without sound, balance with no speakers,
some may try to catch hold of its pristine virtue,
momentary feelings of mounting enjoyment may heighten,
it exists without touch,
out of compass, but still in orbit,
shadows glide in fantastic, colorful impressions,
imagination gaze on elegant beauty,
treasure grains - par excellent,
non can see it with eyes open,
it exists without sight,
aspects of devotion - whispering visions,
non can capture it for more than an instant,
enrapturing discreet aromas linger around earth,
specks of fluorescent enchantment dance,
magnetic cosmic scent filter - pole to pole,
aromatic mystery of fragrance waltz beyond nostrils,
the air breaths in its own delicate flavor,
shades of mystical delight,
oceans roll a-wake ... unfathomable fascination,
mere mortals transcend moments - time in a mysterious paradise,
in essences, beyond thought,
eternally to have, forever to hold. |
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