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The Nectar of Wormholes

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The worm has gone
And the holes remains;
You search around the world
Once and once again
To find yourself;
Search near and far, up and down 
To find the truth,
Deaf to the utter immediacy,
Blind to the absolute nearness.
Now let this go, in the flow,
Fold upon yourself;
Fall into yourself
As you would sink into the center
Of your own galaxy,
Into the nucleus of your atomic core,
Into the core of your being,
Through the wormhole which leads straight
To that which you are:
The worm, and the hole, and the seed and the flower,
And the suspended warm body,
And the humming of the bodiless air,
And the rocks, and the roots, 
And the water and the void,
And That which Is,
You are.


ekoh
©2016