while all clinging dies.
you made out of this garden
a mirror-image of heaven
gazing at your face
every reason fading between us
here it is, a soulful peace
then there are the tears that would never leave
the mornings when the sun of forgiving was seen
I saw dying when we went fruit-picking
where we dropped all our worldly clinging
the mist falls on me now
I’m in a river where love sounds
do you cry, too, sometimes
when a fractal of my presence lies
next to you while all clinging dies
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