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Sep 2015
Opening doors...
There is More than planets,
More than galaxies,
More than universe's.

Doors ajar,
As well as shut.

Doors to everywhere,
And nowhere.

The space between,
Infinitely large,
And infinitesimally small.

The cyclic nature of energy.

Never ending always beginning.

paradoxical alphas omega,
They are one in the same.

Separation is a byproduct of consciousness.

Death of self...
Is only another door.
Beneath my willow weeping
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Beneath my willow weeping  Az
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   Hilldene
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