Festival

 

The heart has split up into two,

Between the blue and blue;

The skies flow in and all the seas,

The stars and birds and trees;

And silent, far-world memories

Drift in upon the breeze...

 

The ancient karmic destinies

Dissolve their fixed decrees;

The sun's gold pours, the moon-wine flows

From caverns of the rose;

Luminous globes hang everywhere

Within its freedom's air,

Bright filaments of fire enlace

Its interstellar space,

And visions lure its flames above

To wondrous worlds of love.

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