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It was like a stream

It was like a stream
     running into the dry bed
     of a lake,
               like rain
     pouring on plants
     parched to sticks.

It was like this world’s pleasure
     and the way to the other,
     walking towards me.

Seeing the feet of the master
O lord white as jasmine,
     I was made

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