Sphere

Beautiful sphere, formless form.
Moment by moment of timelessness.
Go ahead and pour yourself into it.
It won't deny you.
All you have to do is pour yourself into it.
It won't reject you.
Just give it what it wants from you,
and it will never turn you away.

It's all right if you let it slip by.
It never runs out.
It's all right if you let it flow past.
It never runs dry.
It's all right if it never takes root.
It always has more seeds.
It guides you gently, and greets you like a friend.
Trust it. It was meant for you.

Some will say it's all a lie.
They'll call you hypocrite. Liar. Joker.
Sometimes you'll be afraid they're right.
You'll be afraid you're wrapping dreams around nothing,
and that the fear will never go away.
That's when you'll see the wonder and terror of it,
but only if you need it.
Hope you'll never need it.

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