A short course in map reading

Solemn, grim intentto stick to the path?Never inhaling to theleft or right ofthe little black line?

The way isfenced-in as Soul,limited as eternitycramped as the skyprecarious as Principledivided as a smilelost as omnipresence.

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No mutation of spiritual sense
October 30, 1978
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