Though I know there is no end
I am going to find the end
and the end is covering me with
Its blue eyes, scented and colorful.
See me I am wonderful, see me I am not here,
And you said, my dear, coming to me, O,
You are at the end, you are the end coming to
start afresh and I am wandering here there,
To fulfill my end in this play of
presence and absence that is going on within all.
I find no end in the beginning, see,
It is beyond my knowledge, and I started again,
painful though, since I have greed I quit not,
And I said my dear, let it go on its own way.
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