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symmetree Spirit, O Spirit, how you fade where there was blossom, you leave bareness (like nothing) your essence is not your leaves which in any case come and go like seconds, ideas and intents like jobs, money and ambitions no, your essence is your bareness spreading below as it does above spreading within as it does without and every year you reveal your naked spiritual symmetry you abandon luster and shed illusion you reach only up and hold only down and after many inattentive years, I see and hear your subtle teaching subtle and annual like a falling leaf |
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