| The sands of time no longer speak in tongues of persuasion
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| An ocean changed in form and sound to swallow thee
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| The dust of silence procreates, but fades immediately
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| As I observe the sphinxes vanish in the winds
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| I know his day is nigh
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| I know the night must die
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| Revealing lasting peace beyond all fragile woe
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| I feel the void extending
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| I feel the self transcending
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| Dimensions falling down beneath the open eye
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| I look around myself and witness dreams and dreams and dreams
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| I am surrounded but untouched by all things ill-conceived
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| The strangest forms appear to me in everlasting streams
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| To renew illusion’s seed that no thing will ever be relieved
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| Void is mind itself, and mind itself is void
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| A presence of the absence of will
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| Is speaking from beyond the veils of lunacy
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| Reminding me of what I am
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| I know the I is falling
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| I know these roots are sprawling
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| For benediction comes through him who is in all
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| I feel them flowing through my veins
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| I feel them slowly breaking chains
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| And reason resignates with unexpected grace
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| (Repeating)
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| Receive the silent voice
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| The sound of transformation
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| Flame of consciousness, flame of knowledge, flow through me
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| And pervade my physical body, pervade my higher spirit
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| Light my path and every step I take, so that I am able to guide myself
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| To wander in brightness and with fortitude
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| The mountains of being and the depths of reality
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| And give me the strength to surrender to whatever is and may be
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| With silence
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| And acceptance |