Between shifting worlds and strange times.
They tread the nameless path without
naming the narrowness.
They squeeze through the eye of the needle
with naked faith and raw trust.
They are the conquerors of the inertia of history.
They have found the secret gate.
Regenerated by their own tongues.
They speak only what is glorious.
Their minds dwell on Rainbow Light.
direct discovery
silent rapture
Nothing else exists
but this..."
(Author unknown)
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