Surrounded and coming
Phantoms of the future
Weathered eaten pillars
The undulating sutra
Jasmine of the wind
Fever of its forms
Blossoms deep and twinned
Concubines of the storms
Other eyes reflections
Closed within the same
Somewhere their directions
Amid to their name
Heart is full of cleft stone
Formless grasped feeling
So much all alone
Through the deep reeling
Never anytime same
Through the whole being
Burning grasping flame
Movement canal seeing
Diligent in the taking
Across the lucid sky
Other moods awaking
From cloud of dust they fly
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