79.
Your temple is Nature.
There lies a cauldron within all things
it is filled by something, something people rarely see.
When you draw calm, and everything becomes settled
you may notice a Presence.
Everything is radiant with it
bursting with energy
yet also completely still.
When one realises that what is seen and what sees
are not different
the sage appears
in awe of its own unfolding.
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