COLD, OUTSIDE

Knowing not the warmth of the temple...
One may freeze to death...
Knowing not the riches of the kingdom...
One's river of wealth may run dry...
There exists a well of water...
But no hand can fetch nor build...
Aye, the stone eventually withers...
The water eventually changes form...
They all surrender to nature...
A true call greater than that primordial vibration...
All that is seen and felt...
Tis supported by an unmanifest baseless base...
There are not enough forms to contain it...
As it is the form itself...
Tis beyond possesion...
A snowflake revealeth only the magnificence...
That of a galaxy and its intricacies...
But what shall reveal the sustainer of that...
What light shall be cast to show the truth...
What man hath the hand to reward you the spirit...
As it is cold outside...
Inside is beyond temperature...
And without a need for a covering...
Let a man hang his body on the outside of the temple...
Completely filled with light...
No thing outside of this light can be known...
The tiniest of knowledge...
It poureth water on the flame...
Best is he that walketh in the street...
Let him freeze and die outside...
Before there was flesh...
There was the eternal witness...
Tis present in all, to do the greatest of the great...


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