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"He who dies before he dies, does not die when he dies" |
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-Abraham of Santa Clara |
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Take hold |
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If we fall before we fall, we do not fall when we fall through |
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Take hold |
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If we fall before we fall, we do not fall when we |
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Take hold |
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If we fall before we fall, we do not fall |
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Take hold |
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If we fall before we fall, we do |
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There are forces at work here beyond |
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This Realm of Self in which we reside |
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A call to consciousness with no response |
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Another view from that vanquished other side |
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May this healing crisis |
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Unmask the faceless |
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All those who occupied my peripheries |
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(Fever Builds) |
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Silent flakes of snow bite your tongue |
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Until their angles and hardlines grow soft |
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Atomic winter, a drifting dormant sun |
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Boundaries and bridges all a blur |
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Your life spans, my disconnected dots |
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(Fever Breaks) |
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May this healing crisis |
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Make known the nameless |
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Who colonized my soul |
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When the other side took hold |
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Hiding in a healer's |
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Sacred heart, the worst disease- |
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Caverns of atria, |
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Black holes of empathy. |
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Where pale and distant |
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Shapes made of shadow speak |
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Forms in a feedback loop |
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Of abandoned memory... |
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Allied in our open wounds, |
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We bleed venom and wild flowers bloom, |
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They give way |
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To the side-winding vine, |
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To the brambles of time. |
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Love's first creation was loss. |
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Red-shifted horizon looms, |
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Echo chamber of self-imposed solitude |
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Mass and weight fall away |
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My true nature escapes |
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What was boundless now stands consumed. |
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Refiner's Fire |
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Ancestral Flame |
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MAKER OF LIGHT |
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Radial Voices |
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Recursive Planes |
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Engaging only this moment, |
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While the patterns erase |
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Mandalic sand |
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BATHED IN BLOODLINES |
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A desperate plea to stay present, |
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In the ember's embrace |
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Non-attachment retreats |
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In a pillar of steam |
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Another mantra in splinters |
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At the Maker's feet |
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Precepts deconstructed, |
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Focus, going astray |
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I refuse to Burn |
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Falling Forward |
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Through fevered visions, |
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Silence devouring its own tail. |
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Unbroken circle, |
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Grant us the crisis needed to heal, |
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Through fevered visions, |
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Silence devouring its own tail. |
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Unbroken circle, |
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Grant us the crisis needed to heal |
