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There, in the corner of existence

you are hidden,

although you shine.

Illuminate this habitat,

you are felt like the wind.

Silent voices in the air

sing the words of creation.

Like the tides of the sea,

they are felt as the waves.

The path seems long

for you have stalled,

but ask for nothing

and receive all.

As the sun rises here

it sets there,

equal in its splendor.