By JCK   

My Core inside is light –
Sheer nothingness -
Beyond it all –
A mere idea.

So vague and out of reach -
Yet strangely crystal-clear at times.

It can't be forced to stay.
One moment it is here –
Then gone.
Who knows where it will hide?

No hand has ever touched its form
No mind has ever known it fully.
It slips through fingers - holding on.

It lives between the moments –
Between times –
Between the lines.

Untouched by hands –
Untouched by minds -
It is forever pure!

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It's all about purity and a sense of perfection.