An abyss of brightest dark consumes,
Strange yet warm.
O naked embrace of unrivaled love,
Turns ego to stone.
The mirage of human love is reduced,
Affection a curse.
Living are dead in worldly desires,
Renunciants are free.
All-consuming paradoxical life retreats,
By the loving touch of the abyss.
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