Fulfilled,
Without swimming in
objective currents.
Uneducated,
Each feeling a substantial obelisk,
Guiding but never telling.
I soar without reason,
not tethered by compelling explanation.
The gnawing waves encompass me,
A billion cells singing the glory
of resplendent tailings.
Surreptitiously I am exchanged,
towards the only sprawling abyss
delivering copious contentment.
I pray it will satisfy my ravenous thirst.
The Holy are sending sacred tones.
Scintillating and imperceptible to sensory customs.
Steadfast, I AM, soaking unequivocally
in the Knowing - there is no other.
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