Empty,
I walk through fog and shade and rain.
I walk through fog and shade and rain.
A door opens within me, before me,
A space within a space.
I step out of nothing into nothing.
I step through and into myself.
I am the gate through which I pass.
All doors swing open,
a vast passage up down to the bottom top
of every no thing.
The sacred hole in the great hedge,
the womb throat of the Universe,
with a great wind singing through it.
Across this vastness,
across this great wallless infinite,
I convey the burden of space.
A space within a space.
I step out of nothing into nothing.
I step through and into myself.
I am the gate through which I pass.
All doors swing open,
a vast passage up down to the bottom top
of every no thing.
The sacred hole in the great hedge,
the womb throat of the Universe,
with a great wind singing through it.
Across this vastness,
across this great wallless infinite,
I convey the burden of space.
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