I. What about my eyes?

What about my eyes?

What about my heart?

What about my passion?

Pain and sorrow.

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II. Echo

When you hear my voice,

echoing in your grave,

you will know you were never hidden from my eyes.

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III. Beware!

Beware! Beware!

Do not mistake me for this human form.

The soul does not hide behind forms.

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IV. The Moon Stole Me

The moon stole me

and rushed back to the sky.

I looked at myself,

but I no longer saw myself.

The ship of my existence

sank in that sea and in that moon.

The moon stole me—the moon.

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V. The Light Enters You

What about my eyes?

Keep them on the path.

What about my passion?

Let it burn.

And what about my heart?

Tell me, what do you keep inside it?

Pain and sorrow.

Stay with it.

The wound is the place

where the Light enters you.