Entering the uncompromising
mystery of pain
is never the same twice.
With a prayer on a thin breath
I look for the way in,
the invisible doorway.
Remembering sound and light
are threads of a single cloth
and that in its folds
there is a holy citadel of peace,
and a limitless domed chamber,
opened by their vibration.
Existing in the space
between the waves,
this infintesimal shimmering,
spacious presence at the center,
liberates all pain,
all strife.
—Lorena Wolfman
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