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lyrics
NOTHING:
The unravelled thread of each and all;
Having neither
Quality nor place nor form.
Both being,
And being not in any way,
Neither growing,
Nor experiencing decay.
Paradoxically,
Despite possessing no quality,
The nothingness is bound; Now see
a limit on what it may be.
Being thus a defined state -
namely, one having no size or space -
A border draws itself upon the nought,
And creates a 'region' where nought is not.
Now contracts the nothingness,
To a single point within the 'All'.
Previously, this nought had reigned,
As king, with none other in its court.
But now, not-nothingness occupies,
That conceptual space, now vacant of nought,
So now exist both the nothingness,
And all not-nothingnesses, with their boundaries drawn.
Now there does exist alone,
An aggregate of all potentialities,
Far from you, nought: 'the empty throne',
Do all 'Ones' be which art not thee.
So does the greatest infinity exist -
A sum of all unmanifest 'be-ings' that could be,
For such a sum does represent in entirety,
The whole of existence, yet to come to Me.