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The world in its dark night
Rises up
In ways it brings to light
The ways that can no longer hold
As new creation
Waits in the wings
The balance of the whole
Undoes, unplugs
Destruction of the old
Breaks apart
Falls away
Every corner of the earth
Holding old systems
Can no longer sustain
The rebirth
Of the world
The new earth
You must meet
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Free from all thought of “I” and “mine”, that man finds utter peace. ~Bhagavad Gita
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