This space is between the letters in the word “beauty”
Occupied by what you cannot hold in your heart or your mind
This space…is where life manifests and where words are constructed
A vastness beyond the sound whispered and from time’s ticking clock's obstruction
This Space is still, alive and free
Nothing will ever live out their colorful life there
This space is beyond consciousness
A loving tranquility where no thought can penetrate its existence or disarm its power
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