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neither dark nor light, walking on fire, weaving some power of transformation, some seamless harmony reverberating along pivoting perturbations perfectly imperfect embedded beyond the vacuum, yet ever reaching through it turning inside out, simply running with the night seizing moments, tasting of many colors emerging from where, some sweet evolution unfurling in mystic rhythm, incensing the wind proto-anomalies and paleo-disparities iterating myriads and myriads, like many shepherds rushing into reality, unleashing virtual diamonds of delight passion dancing with the eternal language mysterious motions of stillness, with paradox kindling keys to treasures, holy shells with divine audacity resurrecting raining drops like semikhah from the heart of timeless times to come, into time penetrating every action, stengthening every recollection |
| (C) Liorah Chanah Elishaba Tsabrah |