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Sit with things and listen long

and the singing will begin.

Turn your free fall into

a voluntary act. The song

shattered, every being

takes its piece of the harmony.

The well of the past is bottomless

and in the walls the song climbs

out of the nets and jewels of time,

the infinite unraveling mingled

with bitter intervals of radiance,

well water, lotus heart, rising crane.