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Each valid unfoldment being unique
Into which the seer offers us a sneak peek
Interpreted by our mind
Of that which we are yet to find
For us symbolical, conjectural
Unreal, imaginal
No wonder then many a seer falls silent
Being unable to to share their enablement
We may yet grasp their offered clue
And our own meditational continuum renew
To ourself directly feel within
How our consciousness does transition
Along the pathless path
Each moment in time a holy sabbath
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The Self has no attribute
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