As a seed contains its own entire history
I create the mirror.
The skin of the pond
Mask of unknowing, just one atom thick,
only what is above is revealed
the rest is our desire for union.
In the curve of the year
Streaming consciousness into mind
To dissolve the veils,
Opening and closing of doors.
To trace the image to source,
Find the opening of the mountain
The fire within the sea -
Branches this way and that.
Sails cutting across the wind
Fire eyes piercing stone and silence,
All shades of temptationAs the sun breaks through the long wait.
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