There is no place for place!
How can a place
house the maker of all space,
or the vast sky enclose
the maker of heaven?
He told me:
"I am a homeless treasure.
The world was made
to give you a place to stand
and see me."
Tell me, if the one you seek
is placeless,
why put your shoes on?
The real road
is found by polishing, polishing
the mirror of your heart.
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