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Hubbub
The hubbub in the hallway disperses
and Guru enters the long corridor,
into a quiet now
compressed between the hands
of the faces.
I wait, watching at the last corner,
as He passes by
I see the 10,000 things
drawn into the black hole
of His hunger to love and serve
and pressing onto the space
His body occupies,
as if it were a mould
His heart rests lightly upon all the things and as they pass
the air sparkles as if exuded from a crucible of
radiating light
sizzling with the freshness of new worlds being born.
new worlds pouring into this
a waterfall falling falling into
the roaring power
that is the landing on earth of Gods will.
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