visiting the mystery
walking into stillness
each breath an opening
pondering that which has no name
a time before body,
before birth
once we all
have been formless
the oak, the dove,
the clouds and you and me
condensing and dissolving
here, but not for long
a constant coming and returning
from and into formlessness
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