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It was Brahman’s ghost
In the San Francisco mist
And Brahman’s mighty roar
In the San Diego waves,
And Brahman’s sweet desire
When I touched her holy form
And Brahman’s sweet desire
When desire passed away…
And when death opened up
Its immeasurable void
It was Brahman who filled it
With his lotus and his light!
And when all is finally done
And the mists are rolled away,
It is Brahman’s empty form
Rolling out as the mists are rolled away!

10 Nov 18

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Hmmm.... makes me wonder:  "WHO is Brahman?"
 — aforbing