|When awake feels like dreaming
And dreaming is not asleep,
So, what is not is seeming
Like what we have but can not keep.
When knowing is a feeling
And emotion is how we know,
That what darkness could be stealing
Is illumined by its glow.
When holding is not having,
So, giving is not a cage,
Then we are not but less by halving
And the book turns with each page.
When each moment is unfolding
And time is merged with space,
Never grasping what we`re holding,
Free in an endless embrace.
When being holds becoming
And below becomes above
When going is always coming,
Then we are falling in each other`s love.
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