art Parablev
There are many speakers, only ONE voice.
Appearing separate and with a choice.
In the hall of mirrors the ONE stand,
Giving reflections of more than ONE brand.
Mistaken itself with more is Existences constant chore,
Yet, always ONE at the core.
In form through continuity,
Boundless divinity, formless in infinity,
Never born, never to die, Existence freely fly.
When in the stillness there are no pieces and chess.
Only ONEness in recess.
Embracing nothingness in its fold,
No formless or form to hold.
Appearing separate and with a choice.
In the hall of mirrors the ONE stand,
Giving reflections of more than ONE brand.
Mistaken itself with more is Existences constant chore,
Yet, always ONE at the core.
In form through continuity,
Boundless divinity, formless in infinity,
Never born, never to die, Existence freely fly.
When in the stillness there are no pieces and chess.
Only ONEness in recess.
Embracing nothingness in its fold,
No formless or form to hold.
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