Can you hear me? I am the silence that waits for you to notice ... the beginning that forms in the quiet space within.

The call

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I hold before you a lamp,
the flame of which has never been extinguished

I hold before you an urn,
the waters of which are ever-renewing

I hold before you a hope,
the light of which has never been put out

I hold before you a truth,
one you hold within the beating of your heart

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