Merry Together

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Understanding fulcrums the scales of knowledge and ignorance.

Without it neither knowing nor oblivion holds any meaning.

It builds the foundations of instinctive responsibility.

That goes beyond the ambit of oneself

To connect with the unitary Soul.

That pulses in unison.

Like rhythms of drumbeats,

And raindrops on glass menageries,

Like the crimson dawning sun

Glistening the waning harvest moon,

And reflecting onto a reflective universe

Within ourselves, behind our brains,

By hammers on drums,

And light on cones,

All to become one.

 

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