Quiet friend who has come so far,

feel how your breathing makes more space around you.

Let this darkness be a bell tower
and you the bell.

As you ring,

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what batters you becomes your strength.
Move back and forth into the change.
What is it like, such intensity of pain?
If the drink is bitter, turn yourself to wine.

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In this uncontainable night,
be the mystery at the crossroads of your senses, the meaning discovered there.

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And if the world has ceased to hear you,
say to the silent earth: I flow.
To the rushing water, speak: I am.

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Sonnets to Orpheus II, 29