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Tuesday, August 13, 2019


I climbed the mountain to find myself, there in the moment where time stands still
In the place beyond knowing

I am one with God in the apophatic darkness, as hot as the sun, a heat without light
Like the Aereopagite

I climb the ladder with Climachus, illusions breaking in the morning mist
Atomized by the wind

My heart beat measures the turning tide, waves roll and roar the constancy of change
The world falls away

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