Words are like the sound of an empty drum,
Respond to the music of the spheres,
As you will meditate on such music,
You will find the light all around,
Beyond words and beyond music tools,
There is the divinely music -
Sounding all the time,
Even beyond such echoing music,
There is the light of God,
Where the seeker and the sought appear to be one
Mykoul
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