Infinite...
So full...
So empty...
Beyond having a supply...
No use in seeking the beginning...
No End...
The source is that of which it is...
Observable only by that of the same...
It is aware of itself...
Constantly recreating itself...
There is no full understanding...
It is abundant in all things...
It is the Source of itself...
Unbound...
It cannot be ever caught or liberated...
Having no pace...
Having no possession...
Seeking it is a waste...
Shaped only by its own peception...
Whenforth doth it have time to sleep...
doM
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