Empty Center
| There is secret in my empty center, Undulating waves of pleasure Like a frozen seed in winter, Dreaming of the blazing summer. Nothing is the endless measure Pouring forth a rushing river, Calling out within forever, Sacred jewel upon the treasure, Bird in flight without a feather, Magic word without a letter Whispered when we are together. My surface is the edge of never, There is a secret in my empty center. |
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