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WE HAVE NOW |
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This we have now |
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is not imagination. |
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This is not |
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grief or joy. |
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Not a judging state, |
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or an elation, |
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or sadness. |
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Those come |
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and go. |
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This is the presence |
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that doesn’t. |
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It's dawn, Husam, |
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here in the splendor of coral, |
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inside the Friend,
the simple truth |
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of what Hallaj said. |
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What else could human
beings want? |
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When grapes turn
to wine, |
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they’re wanting |
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this. |
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When the nightsky
pours by, |
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it’s really a crowd
of beggars, |
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and they all want
some of this! |
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This |
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that we are now |
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created the body,
cell by cell, |
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like bees building
a honeycomb. |
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The human body and
the universe |
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grew from this, not
this |
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from the universe
and the human body. |
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