stepping on piles of fallen leaves.
The trees stood naked and yet firm and happy
bowing and whirling to every sunlight traveling.
The path in the woods gives off delicious breath
touching and healing every feet she comes in touch with.
Flowers, my friend, flowers
drop their soft petals
to a roaring wind
and still their fragrance
catches us like fire
and we fall down in prayers.
Nothing outside of you matters, my friend
As nothing inside of you matters.
Just remember to surrender all reasons, all forms.
water turns to sweet laughter only to find us again
in our glass when we are ready to drink.
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