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In every gathering, in any chance
meeting on the street, there is a
shine, an elegance rising up. Today
I recognized that that jewel-like
beauty is the presence, our loving
confusion, the glow in which watery
clay gets brighter than fire, the one
we call the friend. I begged,
‚Is there a way into you, a ladder?‘
‚Your head is the ladder. Bring
it down under your feet.‘ The mind,
this globe of awareness, is a starry
universe that, when you push off from
it with your foot, a thousand new
roads come clear, as you yourself do
at dawn, sailing through the light.
