The ether, indigo beyond our view.
No fragrant Frangipani petal fall.
No soft caress of lip in darkened hall.
No word, no dream, nor mortal thoughts ensue.
A silence still serene in open space.
No water taste of salt on tip of tongue.
The air of song, a song that’s never sung,
Reveals the mirror’s deep & depthless face.
The waves of light that enter go straight through.
The mind demands an avenue, a wall.
The heaven beyond begets no time or place.
The bell that peals its peal cannot be rung.
We live in ether’s empty endless void domain.
We live a mystery in mystery’s ethereal plane.
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