I often say,
When I pass away
That I be alone
On some far distant place
Long after any mourning
As I face my morning
In the bigger picture
It is as it is,
In the great poster of being
There is nothing higher than being
Pure and perfect being
In the flow, the ore
The nugget, to be sure...
Of something vast, and extreme
And in the moment
Infinite, and minute
Every second ticks on
The seekers seek carries on
The expansive mystery
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