a tree comes to its treeness
and a star borrows its sparkle
from the sun for you to imagine
flowers willingly unfold their petals
when the life in them finds
their blooming hour
and the initiate becomes a shepherd
when he opens his hand to the Earth
when he is called forth
you have the sight to know the unity
in duality and feel the agony
beneath your feet
know that the world
gave you a song,
its melodies written only for you
on the day providence sat with you
by the river and you tasted the silt
from a thousand streams
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