refine my thrust, soften my advance
becoming more subtle, sublime
unassuming, I beseech
humbly beg admission
to the realms beyond
No consciousness of the past, no images of the future
Now, for this moment only, is Time bent
And it yields...the Fabric of Time is undone
Awareness blooms, blossoms, opens to the Eternal
the Battle is won
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