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Mu.

In the beginning

is now.

In all space

is here.

In the body

is a thread.

In all shadow

is a vanishing.

In the heart

is the most intimate

not knowing.

We are released from our bindings.

Traces linked us,

drawing the plow through hardened soil.

 The tangle of the great I am is cleared

and there is only vast mystery. 

Fullness permeates.

It is gentled.

Wisdom comes as it makes affront

into soft openings.

It wants for nothing -

and I am freed of its clinging.

It wavers on my back.

Unsteady in its conviction of conquest,

as am I.

Soft earth padded into a path

we follow,

my rolling strides soothe it into

calm.

It is secure in believing 

it directs our journey.

It needs such kindness, this one.