It is felt in the trunk, in the roots
And in the branches.
You step on a tiny rock
And the entire mountain feels your weight.
Now touch the mountain with your feet
that is fully present.
The beloved is smiling wholeheartedly
But you are preoccupied with your past agony.
You are turning away from the one
Who breaks into your prison cell and
Lights the candle.
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