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Empty your head of grief
and drink from the stream.
Don't think of it failing ----
this water is endless.
Bird of the soul, speak in your own words,
and I will understand.
What was said to the rose that made it open was said
to me here in my chest.
Last night in a dream I saw an old man
standing in a garden.
It was all Love.
He held out his hand and said,
Come toward me.
If there is a dragon on this path,
that old man has the emerald face
that can deflect it.
wrap your beautiful robe of words
around you,
and sleep.
For would the sun not wander
away in every nigth?
How could at ev'ry morning
the world be lighted up?