The Apocalyptic Sound of One Hand Clapping
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The right Hand of the Godhead
rises up like the sun-like Son.
A non-dual clap of perfect thunder
negates my dualistic life undone.
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A burst of enLightenment
shines forth a wholographic effusion.
The sound of One Hand lifted up
strikes me down in confusion.
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Heaven heaves
the "violent wind" of a holy spiration.
"Tongues of fire" devour me whole
in the furnace of destruction's creation.
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The soundless sound of the uncreated Creator
reSonates me out of my separate existence.
The Sky of God opens wide, in a
blinding flash of Nirvanic extinguishment.
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