Small hours, seeker's heavenInner light diffracts in sevenSnake arises, task is clearDeathly kiss dissolves the fearStrangely soothing, a sputtering soundEngulfing the seeker from all aroundGaining form, whirling aboutBlowing away every doubt
Sudden silence, a touch so tenderGolden moth with wings of splendorRain of specks, a quick flapBelow the navel opened a gapIntense fright, life leakingCould it be the end of seeking?Another kiss - fright to mirthEnjoying the last battle on earth
Seeker recalls, laughing stillTo fill the gap with unbending WillThere and then, composed againUnderstood the true nature of manSeeker's vanished, yet still thereBaffled by this peculiar affairBecame nothing - nothing to loseAble to See, know and choose
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