Matter is not full
Because it has no matter
Because it needs inspiration
Not from the wind
But from the voice that speaks
Like the wind, filling the air
With the meaning of the air.
The voice is no action: thought
Is no cause. It is not the void that is devoid
Before the mover moves.
The perpetual collision of the same?
We discover a world for ourselves,
That it is the world of ourselves;
It is the world in which we dwell.
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