the west and the east and north and south
merge into the ball of light.
conditioning of all sorts, thought-mental imprisonments,
attachments, all concepts and the pain of separation
turn into water-vapors and dissipate.
innocence bursts like a splendid wheat farm,
like a fountain of daybreak behind those rugged, massive mountains
and the heart begins to chant a sublime song
that flowers dream all night
when I bow to your beauty.
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