He is, because he is all.
But he is alone,
and by his self’s loneliness he surpasses him and all.
He thinks not, but broods his self-
as a single and lonely star
broods to evolve an infinite sky.
He creates millions of cells from within
in a wonderful efflorescence of his imagination
and achieves a wonder, his body,
once hidden in a dream.
In an overriding silence
where everything is in a still within,
he opens his secret eyes,
and makes all open to love.
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