God's voice is so beautiful that I cannot hear it,
As the sun is so bright that I cannot see it.
The wind, His sigh over me.
Words grasp, but He is found in release.
Sound so pure that the glass of "I" shatters.
The vessel broken, the vessel filled, the vessel empty.
The shining gate of awareness before me.
Yet God is in the Silence, not in what I see.
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