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Sitting, at midnight,

In the middle of the park,

I was visited by enlightenment-

In the middle of the dark.



Bearing the resemblance

Of

Purity.

My Senses

Became centuries

In

Reality.



Purity then rested upon my shoulders,

And the love it bore gave me Sight.

I was feeling lighter than light itself,

In that park, in the middle of the Night.



"You and me were two.

You and me together- are three,"

Purity sang this song to me.

"To be two, to be three.

To be one, you and me...

To be one, our hearts

To become love, from whence it starts."



And when you create,

Do it with love.

Don't you

imprison the dove.



A lesson of light,

A gift of Seventh Sight.

In the middle of that park,

In the middle of the night.