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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