06

Vessel 06




I cannot control what harm comes.
I can only know that done becomes undone.
The world is done/undone.
What is done for one marks the beginning of another.
What is done for a part of one marks the beginniing of another part. As so for the middle, the quarter, and on.

Is it a wheel?
I cannot say. Some things have repeated whilst some new things are never seen again.
But how can you say this if you can’t see all.

This is the True.

Do you end?
No one has ever come back and said it continues or that it doesn’t.

What is also true?
You look like your forebears and sound like your tribe.
The sun is far away and tells plants to grow.
Food moves through our bodies like a hermit’s advice.
How is that?
Mysteriously, nutratively and beautifully.



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