From the gathering clouds of potentiality
The lightning strike of the present moment
Parts the waters of past and future
It strikes again and again
Yet there is only one strike
Fun to think about while the lightning strikes
Between each thought illuminating such folly
There is no real place where truth is not
There is no real place where self is
Nothing more need be said
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