poetry = nonsense
nonsense = meaninglessness
meaninglessness = void
void = nothingness
nothingness = spirit

Third eye of lore to witness separation Inherent in the core the utmost isolation An infinite melancholy defines what is most holy To solve this vexing riddle we must stand in the middle Where strewn and scattered lie altogether the clues we need Here understanding is shattered only nothing prevails indeed! To form a Great Understanding proves onerously demanding And neither hearts aflame nor cool intellect at game Can ever hope to decypher the enigma that we suffer Seemingly for eternity from earliest antiquity 'Tis the world's duality that creates identity Thus the puzzle is solved when the self is dissolved [16 V 04]
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