The sun was in my eyes
A lonely past stood in my way
Sleep was on my mind.
I turned toward the Mountains
Began my longest walk
Looking for some elusive peace
Surely this I could find
The Path grew dark
I stumbled
Into the brush I fell
Suddenly I saw the truth
As water in a well
One must be very clever
To dip the gourd of love
To find salvation brimming
To see the pure white dove.
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