XXII
Do not look for me there
The so-called dead.
Look for me
Within the deep waters
In squares
Within a heart fire
Between horses, dogs,
In the ricefields, along the high bank
Or with the birds
Or mirrored
In someone else,
Climbing a hard path
Rock, seed, salt
Life's paths. Look for me there.
Alive.
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