This space,
this space is sacred,
an open secret,
kept by only the wisest,
and the most foolish.
This space is silence,
yet all words sprung from it,
all songs and melodies sung by it,
and for it.
This space is Love,
where Father built the roofs above us
and Mother wrapped us tight,
in luminous light.
This space,
this space is emptiness,
yet pregnant with all lives.
This space is elusive,
exists only between breaths,
in silence and in stillness,
and in dreamless sleeps.
This space,
this space is a sanctuary,
its pathless path welcomes everybody,
yet its gateless gate admits no-body.
This space is where my Lover lays,
and beside It I long to be,
yet within it I forever live.
This space,
this space is home,
my birth place and yours.
and to it we shall return.
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