From across the silence of four months
Gently you are starlight years after
The violence of birth in time
Bent to most noble purposes
Hint of reality yet so much beauty
You are song in a high mountain night
Released from a koan of meditation
I sing you softly flesh made word
And as before you stay the voice
Of heart and close the eye of mind
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