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The beauty of  the heart
 
 
 
is the lasting beauty:
 
 
 
its lips give to drink
 
 
 
of the water of life.

Truly it is the water,
 
 
 
that which pours,
 
 
 
and the one who drinks.
 
 
 
All three become one when 
 
 
 
your talisman is shattered.
 
 
 
That oneness you can’t know
 
 
 
by reasoning.