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Whatever there is, is there to indicate what is and what is not: the words of the rose are roses of the words, unheard yet calling unseen yet breathing.

That breathing, that breathing that rests like a bird is your heartbeat, unheard and unseen yet calling and breathing.
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This rapturous song has begun elsewhere, this immense call of the ocean that carries an unnamed voice, this steady breeze that brings home the message of the twilight, trees that stand still weighed by an unfathomable sadness, these two eyes that witness stars, sky earth and the moon, all these have all begun elsewhere.
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This rapturous song has begun elsewhere: traveling and selling our songs of amnesia we forgot our home, we forgot to return. We forgot that breathing where we rest like a bird, unheard and unseen yet calling us and breathing for us. the words of the rose are roses of the words, unheard yet calling unseen yet breathing
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It is at such moments that suddenly we come to see that the sun is a flower that we can hold in our hands and smell it. it is at those moments that we laugh, that we peel the sun petal by petal and turn the oceans into a glass of wine and drink and drink, till the moon comes out till the birds come out till the wind starts singing a rapturous song that had begun elsewhere. Then, we sing and laugh, we laugh and sing, we sing with happy abandon, we sing and sing as we are going to die, and we are going to die as we have known the miracle of death, birth and existence. we laugh and laugh, we laugh like God, as we know the laughter of the God, we laugh for his laughter, we laugh at his laughter, we laugh at him we laugh at us we laugh at the sun that has come out in the middle of the night to bloom, to become a flower in our hands so that we can hold it in our hands and smell it, we can squeeze drops of honey from it and drink and drink till we sing once again that rapturous song that had begun elsewhere, till we rest in that breathing like a bird, unheard and unseen, yet calling us and breathing for us: the words of the rose are roses of the words, unheard yet calling unseen yet breathing.
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Whatever there is, is there to indicate what is and what is not: the words of the rose are resonance of that which is not a rose unheard yet calling unseen yet breathing.