Sweet Thing
Snowmelt through snowmelt.
Orphans of ourselves these many years.
Let the heart be reconciled with the heart at last.
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There is a laughing power that releases itself into itself
utterly, flashing, and is here and ours.
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We see that we must relinquish everything,
that we have always been this relinquishing.
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Cradled in the circle of the breath,
an ember, a folding together
beyond all efforts.
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New snow, first light, the presence
in which birth and death are reconciled.
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Elemental space offered to elemental space,
this is our true ancestor.
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To be here with this weaving and unweaving forever,
wedded to the weaving of the empty world.
