Illuminate your dark paths
Silent Wanderers
Ghosts who fall in love
A thousand times, without end
Warm transparency
Meditate until
Orbs of light are gathering
In the nighttime woods
Ancient neighborhood
Of spirit houses, built near
The most sacred trees
Unfold your palm, child
The Blessing of a Lotus
Is your open heart


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