On the peaks
between the valley
are the wells of life
Soft mountains
guarded by eternal lamps
To open the secret gates
able to reach into
the depths of feeling
One has to play
an open flute
Deeper and Deeper
until the notes fall
into the waiting void
like small ripples
waxing a large sea
of no earthly control
Thus allowing the pure essence
of these spiraling circles to
bring a tingling inner smile
all the way to the outer face of humanity
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