When it all started, What does it matter?
What matters now, How it all ends
Been there Done that a zillion times
Now nothing is left to be done anymore
This noise dissolves, into a Humdrum
and the Humdrum into a Faint Echo
When the Echo is heard no more
What is left my friend?
Some know it, Some don't
For Time exists here no more
Some call it Grace
Some call it Presence
Some call it Silence
This fool feels at Home here
in the deeper silences of the Heart
You and me exist no more Here
What is left is only Him
Only Him!
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