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                             finding the blue book                              
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                                   drowning                                     
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what is the difference between                                                  
a cultivated rose garden                                                        
of worship                                                                      
and a natural food forest                                                       
innocently blessed.                                                             
                                                                                
love and suchness                                                               
both lead home,                                                                 
they are the same,                                                              
bar the scent.                                                                  
                                                                                
it sings now                                                                    
as i put my head down                                                           
and drown                                                                       
in the orbiting stars,                                                          
finding that falling                                                            
and floating are not in                                                         
any way different,                                                              
that the vast darkness                                                          
is nothing other                                                                
than light                                                                      
                                                                                
spiralling into the still                                                       
centre where i must return,                                                     
to be welcomed as beloved,                                                      
for no lover can survive                                                        
the radiant black whole                                                         
behind, before, beyond, within                                                  
a simple heart.                                                                 
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findinggratefully                                                               
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