A bell, a dish, and a flower image
Placed all together around a table
Which fuses the time, place, and hourglass
As teacup is a reversal of sage
When was Warmed and turned to liquid essence
A Circle is drawn as we’re drawn in it.
Inhabiting the surface it is in
Like two halves that don’t match still emulate
What seems is what was made as possible
That has no author is a material
Bound all together and insubstantive
Have worth when no other is similar
To be is not to be all but being
It is to become, be still, and begin
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