In the blue light of early dawn, 
I felt quiet calm in breezy charm, 
My being tore the veil of a great myth: 
There is no such thing as nothingness, 
In the unseen is the birth of the seen, 
The eyes of wisdom sparkle and glean, 
Realms beautiful, serene and green, 
For, once the heart is receptively clean, 
The dimension of truth lets loose its beam. 
My insight unravelled I breathed and revelled 
The seen I was, I am...and then I am unseen. 
The myth of nothingness is materialistic, 
The essence of life is spiritual -- unseen.   

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