I stand as a mandala
sway as a flame in the wind
fill up and empty as a cove does on the shore
whisper please be kind and stay a while
Both restlessness and stillness
companions until the endless fringe
touching nameless... faceless...regardless
Telepathic beings practice empathetic mastery
stay in the heart impractically
create thunder and jumpstart the oars
Row out the old without erasing our memories
And the flame is now higher
once sent up the river
The canon is touching down down down
Motionless mandala
teacher without words
as quiet as beatitudes being pried
by the jaws of life
Colors running around the bases
A journey into dense perceptual
meloncholia as one singular eternal flame
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