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Beloved’s Embrace

I have barely gathered a breath
And I can feel the sweet embrace of your mystery
The past is long gone with not even a shadow to remind me
Of all the ways I chose to ignore the sweet glow you yield.
Now far from the clutches of everything perceived,
Stands the shrine of emptiness waiting to be revealed.
Here, not a word can be uttered, not song can be sung nor a distinction can be made.
Then you know you've been set ablaze and you've arrived into the beloved’s embrace.