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When consciousness loses height
and glides like a plane
running out of oil
into the valley of life,
we see life in perspective.

There come the 鈥業鈥� and 鈥楾hou鈥�,
Love and Hate
joy and sorrow,
and awareness is polarised into perception,
thru鈥� the triangular mesh
of knowledge, knower and the known;
Eternity is drawn out
into the illusion of time
and space weaves the spectres of form,
and sound utters names,
and masquerades in music
and wears the fancy dress
of the written and the spoken word.

Consciousness embodied as Man,
gets woven into the flesh,
which grows, blooms and, withers away
scattering its seed,
and so
from the crest of life, Man descends into death
A Mystery.
Life visible is only a moving reel
seen through a slit illumined.