Need not end. Indeed, nothing. Step
out. Grist for wits. Shadow of your
shell. Stand there. 
No other ground. No
other. And the world concerns you every-
where, but do not identify with it. 
Let light onto us. Flowers through the
gate, flowers skimming
the wall. A carpet of petal. 
Treasures below the earth. Neither in
this world nor another, guarding.
Nothing but fade and flourish. 
--from 'A Shipwreck in Heaven'; Keith Waldrop

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