Mass Planned on Mount Zion Stirs Ancient Rivalries

The ultimate act of kindness
Was when you stepped off
That ledge into infinity

Beliefs and creeds crumbled
Beneath the effortless
Weight of sheer presence

You are the Golden Temple
Continually arising and vanishing
No need for man-made intermediaries

Leaves of Grass

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