It is one slice of eternity rolling into awareness.
The whisper world give names, meanings.
And any improvements that it certainly needs.
Why not? It is all spider's web silk.
Rejoice that nothing reigns from out there.
The holiness is woven throughout, unending.
A tapestry of play lights, sounds, sensations.
Pray, save yourself from the plague of defining "real"
Notice the noticing. Receiver of life.
This mosaic is bounded by love.
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