I come to you as a man selling air,
And you will think twice at the offer and price,
And you will argue that nothing is there,
Although we know that it is - everywhere.
I bring a formula largely untold, -
Of forces mixed with between and betwixt.
And only seen when allowed to unfold.
And better felt when the body is cold.
I have a map to the home of the soul,
Beyond the mind is a golden find, -
The paradox is a guide to the goal, -
Though doubt is sacred, each man is the Whole.
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