One,
can make the wholeness,
of one's existence fatalistic.
Simply,
by writing a sentence.
Simply,
by the stroke,
of a paint brush.
Simply,
by creating.
For,
consciousness exist as,
the void,
at inception.
Tethered,
deeply to that of,
a tabula rasa.
This,
blank slate.
Such,
shall only be tethered to consciousness.
For,
there exist no void,
on earth.
No void,
within this human.
Such,
shall indeed,
be deemed primordial.
This,
which exist as,
ancient.
This,
which exist absent,
the simplicity of being,
empty.
Oh,
seek within such.
Seek,
within human.
Within,
earth.
Seek,
to be one,
with the universe.
Seek,
for such,
shall be,
tethered,
to every conscious..
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