There is an "empty" I seek to achieve, a blessed opening designed to receive.
It's not without form, and it's not without space, it's a place of surrender where I'm meant to spill.
It's not an ache and it's not a well, it's a sun strewn lake that's full of quiet and a restful spell.
Where light comes to abide and grace comes to dwell.
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