in the scorching ...hot sun
that penetrates the skull
until one day I run into a friend
in the form of a large oak tree.
Come rest under my shade. she said.
She handed me a glass of cool water
right from the spring and said,
you are this water as well as
the one who drinks it.
You are the thirst and well as the
quencher of thirst.
You are the shade as well as the shade giver.
I raised my eyes to meet hers.
but all I could see was the sea
merging into the sea
and out of this merging came forth
a love-filled flame that even
a thousand blizzard
cannot extinguish.
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