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Devoid of love?
Observing
contemplating
In aloneness
stillness
We gape
How did love escape
Our being
Were we not seeing
The doing
Why was our magnetising
The becoming
Not happening
Within our structure
A fissure
Has appeared
Perhaps fear
Or any manifestation
Of contraction
Which blocked
Docked
Love essence
From our presence
Sighing
Dying
Unless here & now
Without asking how
We reinkindle
Movement of the spindle
To energise
Magnetise
Draw in
As we begin
Anew
Love to spew
Without hesitation
Without calculation
In spontaneity
As a certainty
Continuum
Of the pendulum ...
In aloneness
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The Self has no attribute
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