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I
travel within my loneliness.
I am the favorite of tortured clamps.
Walking barefoot on hot sand
under the blazing sun,
I have known deserts for centuries.
I know
shadows
do not exist here.
How could I then be deceived?
In a moment, I fell from over there to here:
Is this reality or a heaven of dreams:
clouds raining
over desolate lands
rivers flowing in
the desert
flowers blooming
in the midst of flames
musical notes in a
waste-land.
Who has freed existence from its cross?
Eyes are lit up with dreams.
How was the inner thirst satisfied?
How did the cup reach my lips?
Why doesn’t the fire burn me to cinders?
How come miracles are taking place once again?
A moment took me to such wondrous places!
Is this reality or a heaven of dreams?
Such a swift flight is possible only for the wind
or perhaps for
dreams.
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