Its rising is not bright nor its setting dark.
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Unceasing, continuous branching out in roots innumerable.
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Forever sending forth the serpent coil of living things.
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Mysterious as the formless existence to which it returns.
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Twisting back beyond mind. . .
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We say only that it is form from the formless life from spiral void.
- LiT_LiT +
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