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Autumn can be a soul’s morn’ too
Lo! The first sunrays, uncovered by a travelling cloud, tenderly touch your body bathed in endless joy – it is a sign that autumn is wending its way towards renewal; never have life and death been closer to each other never has winter been so close to spring than thro’ this utter joy unlimited though with no reason, you feel you’re being spring and bird, both sky and earth, both stone and wind – yes, all at once, it’s everywhere that you are, self and not-self, the body’s vanishing, the worlds are fusing, they become violet as is the sky; you know you’ll soon merge with the flow a confident smile on your lips It’s the divine that counts. There is no void. translated from Romanian by Roxana Alexandrescu, [email protected]
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