When alignment begins,
You know it by the beading tears
When practice rings true,
The tears again let you know.
The new world is observed through the salty drops,
It’s not outside,
Not in tears,
Not in you either.
The new world is nowhere,
Yet, there it is,
The old world has not disappeared,
However, it is no more.
Notes & Silence 
All of which rather begs the question of whether new and old are so very different…
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