On the bridges, in the parks and gardens,
In the places where we don't expect it—
Bliss happens.
Sinking into the silence,
We know we are not deceived.
By recognizing each other
In every song and face,
Every scent and sound.
We listen to the trembling beat
In the chests.
It never lies.
We listen to senses
Awaken and sharpened.
They never lie.
We see the Garden,
And we slowly walk in.
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