Its rising is not bright
nor its setting dark
Unceasing, continuous
Branching out in roots innumerable
We say only that it is form from the formless
Life from spiral void
Forever sending forth the serpent coil
of living things
Mysterious as the formless existence
to which it returns
We say only that it is form from the formless
Life from spiral void
Twisting back
Beyond mind
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