this peace . . .
without regard
it has no name
others refer to it
no explanation gives entry
does not know of itself
it cannot be found
it has no external events
dwells beyond what living measures
would if it could
describe everything inside out
exudes and conveys what is seamless
a presence without question
this peace . . .
to be
is to give up to know
unsay what has been said
but with clarity and with ease
open-ended
surrendered without particulars
be as full of empty as empty fills
within yet beyond full
awakened
from the coma of everything
the peace of being
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