EMPTINESS IS FULL
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Unreachable 
 

That which is seen now as incomplete 
And for which a future completion is sought 
Will only attain a temporary completion 
Being born of incompletion, it will continue to loop back to it 
Feeling like it was born in time
It must also feel like it is dying 
Or live in constant fear of the opposite of birth 
True completion is outside of the idea of completion or incompletion 
It cannot be attained in time 
Nor lost in it
It can only be now 
And entirely effortless 
Time and separation based tools cannot reach it 
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