Call back the doves,
yes.
The desire-doves,
Born of your mind,
Dove's flitting and flirting are
No more rewarding!
Tired of roaming vain
Call them back!
There is the vast blue
inscape.
Desire-dove, when
Chirping and singing
End in silence.
Let it rest
In the inner nest steeped
in silence
That excels the song,
In the nest of soul
Beyond minds
Bickering feeble!
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