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Enter the temple of unbecoming
It leads to the gateway of unknowing
I am grounded in a reality
that many call absurdity
But I trust my intuition
And I think some may know me
I am forever changing
And the strands of our lives
that make up memory and motion
Are sand slipping through
my fingers
So don't get used to it
Knowing is another constraint
The winds of time
Devour
And, of course, already have
What is it that is
unbound? What flame
never flickers?
Inside, we remain unchanged
Cultivate this light
And stay rooted in the
center.