Syllabic Poem |The Culminating 30
Love
Is the
Ground,
River
Of Being
Running,
Flowing clear
Through Creation!
Unceasing,
Without a Cause,
Unconditional,
It never ends
Nor does it begin,
For it has always been!
We look to the sky
In search of where it comes,
Our eye…
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