and are joyous, like flames - and feel: All in One.
We embrace tightly and find ourselves in a listening land
as its soft clothing awakens branch by branch.
An awakening scent wafts from the stalks of oleanders:
see, we are no longer other than we are, and we too are moved.
My soul senses that we grasp at the gates.
And they ask in peace: Did you lead me here?
And you smile for this so cheerful and wondrous
and: soon we will wander farther: the gates are opening ..
And we are no longer timid, our paths will not be vexed
but be a long passage outward from yesterday.
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