Holy Grail, cauldron of Great Mother in deed. All the Pyramids are empty as are all the Houses of the City. An Empty House there it stands on this Equinox. Equals are Crossed Join-nothing. Silence tells Silence, Path knows Treader as the Mountain knows the Climber.
Echoes combining from fractal tantrums, dissident- foolish to listeners.
No less the Truth for incomprehensibility. The Heart is Empty, as Void is Full. Gods again walk among us and Masters too. As Stars rain upon raised Branches. Reach up, piercing, All space.