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Dec 2014
There is a form or presence,
unerring and undoubted.
Spoken through the silence,
it was from this, you were born.
To tread any further with words
would be to disturb the peace.
Unspoken and eternal,
it is the golden key.
Sometimes I try to talk about it..
Kenshō
Written by
Kenshō  M
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