I am the formless, timeless unborn, yet all form, time and birth arise in me
I neither come nor go, but all journeys occur in me
I am before the concept of concept, yet I give birth to all concepts
I am all that is, yet I play with that which is not
I am before I AM, yet all existence flowers in me
All I give birth to is held in infinite compassion
And I welcome it all home, rejoicing
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