sounds that no one
can hear bring the night
turning, churning,
learning in phases
emptiness pushes
past the reckoning, and, yes,
success follows,
filling the blanks, making good
on promises that
stand the test of time
where what is truly
right grants its gifts
in golden plated
skies, up, up and beyond
the vision on this
earthly plane
for the sky, the
inner existences is infinite
and the compliance
with the dreams
that start and end
our days is sanctified
by the connection
with the Holy All, today,
each day, given
superb light to walk the path
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