In this place where the hidden treasure is made manifest,
there is nowhere to go that is not also welcoming, also home;
yet even here, glimpsed as if from the corner of the eye,
another path leads on, further into the hidden—
for the sacred is not a destination, but an unfolding,
an unscrolling, a blossoming without end.
there is nowhere to go that is not also welcoming, also home;
yet even here, glimpsed as if from the corner of the eye,
another path leads on, further into the hidden—
for the sacred is not a destination, but an unfolding,
an unscrolling, a blossoming without end.
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