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My tongue's not my own neither the deepest longings And neither these for pursuit nor grasping but to know Of promises unknowable in the flesh but will be For which given only glimpses of their shadows And to know that before Time and for all times Not futility as seeming for the Teacher is present And so too the end's the beginning and vice versa But to hear the Voice for in the dark the ears see
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Nov 20, 2024
Nov 20, 2024 at 8:09 PM UTC
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My tongue's not my own neither the deepest longings And neither these for pursuit nor grasping but to know Of promises unknowable in the flesh but will be For which given only glimpses of their shadows And to know that before Time and for all times Not futility as seeming for the Teacher is present And so too the end's the beginning and vice versa But to hear the Voice for in the dark the ears see
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Nov 20, 2024
Nov 20, 2024 at 8:09 PM UTC
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