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Dont worry about death

Once you’re there

Because it is trackless

Having no track to follow

You will rest where you are

In inside of the essence

But the moment I say essence

I draw that word back

And that remark – essence’s

Unspoken, you cant say a word,

essence is the word for the finger

that shows us bright blankness

When we look into the God face

We see radiant irradiation

From middleless center

Of Objectless fire roe-ing

In a fieldstar all its own

Is my own, is your own,

Is not Owned by Self-Owner

but found by Self-Loser –

Old Ancient Teaching