Listen to the sound of one hand clapping..
Pictured in the minds eye we see.
Given rise to a collection of thoughts.
Focused on the point beyond arms reach.
Seeking as before with calming influence.
Towards a place of pulsing emptiness.
Our last step is but a beginning.
Set apart from all without when looked from, from within..
and glimpsed upon occasions rare, in conscious state sometimes.
Yet all is true in meditation
when the questions are correct.
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