… and when you find that all this has failed
you and left you alone and adrift in the world as on a boat
of leaves, you will remember this:
The One you are looking for
is not the One
The Way forward
is not the Way
The words which play at the corners of your mouth
can never be sung
The burning restlessness in your breast
does not belong to you
For even now, the One you seek
is stepping softly behind you
The way forward
is returning to the source
The song of Life
can only be sung by the Dead
And your warm animal body
is being sacrificed to the One you desire
Tenderly wrapped on a bed
of fragrant leaves
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