glide underneath
A reed curves into wind, becomes a flute.
Rain ripples into breath, gives birth.
The fury of light embraces me. Once more?
This gratuitous love, dear God! Does it never stop?
Hush, don’t be afraid to vanish.
This riotous life has you scramble for dry grounds, but what are you after?
Such serious worry: As if distant mountains are real.
Child, be like a fish! Glide underneath the dying lotus leaves.
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