
No one and nothing is without meaning;
everything is as it is,
no more, no less,
Everything has meaning.
Creation is a stormy sea
and yet a sea of calm;
no creature too much, none too less,
everything in eternal balance.
Souls wander through creation,
kaleidoscope-like, constantly changing,
without jeopardising the balance
as motionless movement,
flowing being in All-Being,
waves without surges.
Nonsense is part of meaning;
death belongs to life,
chaos to the order of things,
because everything is Life and Being.
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