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V.U.A.O.
There is an unchanging light that is the all-encomposing self (all-there-is) of which in order to give the illusion of separeteness, cuts itself into unpenetrable compartments with tiny shares of its light. But in time again and again, the walls will cave in. It's the constant veiling and unveiling of reality, voids and notes within the song of reality.
Veil, Unveil
Just as notes prevail
from inbetween voids,
so too are selves.
Light sliced itself into
pieces, turning into
lights with shadows.
Apart, One
