Through waking days of rolling waves of endless laughter
A parting of the seas of the perpetually rigid
Other moments where we wander coalesce into self-vision
Where formerly we slept.
The Laughing Soul flies through the corridors of the tightly held
And turns them into Wingless birds who fly through eternity twice as fast.
These universes blossom from laughter in endless perpetual Delight!
Spontaneous mouldings of the moments
As the ethereal Inner breezes of their Seasons enticingly prompts
The Dance of a billion creatures!
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