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Aug 2016
In whom places are left in trust...
souls undergo their essential experience.
How good of you all to come, this
greeting is one of passage.
Helplessly taken...there are doorways,
oceans, mountains, forests, deserts,
bridges, tunnels.
These are merely exteriorized to
communicate the passage of souls...
how good of you all to come.
You are what must go through itself,
to come out of itself...the very passage
of glory.
Onoma
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Onoma  NYC
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