When the world arises in me,

It is just like, ..........water shimmering in the desert sun,
 
A vein of silver in mother-of-pearl,

A serpent in a strand of rope.


From me,....... the world streams out

And in me ,.....it dissolves.

As a bracelet melts into gold,

A pot crumbles into clay,

A wave subsides into water.
 
 
 
 
 
 

 

 

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