Sphered

There is nowhere to get to
but where you are

no-one to be
but who you are

nothing to wish for
than what you have

nothing to ask
you do not know

nothing to do
not already done by you -

all things are
as they have ever been -

know yourself by these
without surprises:

your world in you
each time you breathe.
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