Like the significance of the lost of an event whose gift is all the giving more than the receiving. The trace of pain leaves behind those signs that illuminate the light from within and without. Deep the trenches call, the voices frozen in the language of sadness, whose word follows the loving action of deeds. That dying in the labour of peace's name is accomplished, the likeness of all pervasively possible accomplished. Back to the space of awareness, illusions of separations unite in the suffering living to accept the boundless being of rich giving. Clarity of vision is the end of limitation.
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