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Mar 2016
It’s a beautiful mystery
This cosmic playground we find ourselves
drifting, waiting, searching,
for guidance.
And answers.
To galvanize,
our fear with love,
life with death,
tears with joy.
Yet through this beautiful mystery,
dreams come forth,
from the cave of darkness.
The world is clearly crystalized,
I feel my being, mysterious and pure.
Yes, this beautiful mystery strikes at night,
causes sleepless daydreams,
of what might have been,  
had fear not guided life.
Mystery provides meaning,
and at my end of days,
when my tiny universe implodes,
I had meaning, through a beautiful mystery,
so the beautiful mystery,
is me.
Jarvis Stack
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Jarvis Stack
   Jamadhi Verse
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