I lost it when I found it
Before I had but never held
And now I hold without having it anymore
I see how to fall by rising
every day
every minute
since the dawn of every thing
Knowing how to be
is a shadow of being
and never enough
I chatter about the empty
longing to be empty of chatter
If only I could do
the thing that is beyond doing
And be the kind of empty
that is always full
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