|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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