But there are those in bodies
who are pure soul. It can happen.
These messengers invite us to walk with them.
They say, You may feel happy enough where you are,
but we cannot do without you any longer. Please.
So we walk along inside the rose,
being pulled like the creeks and rivers are,
out from the town onto the plain.
My guide, my soul, your only sadness
is when I am not walking with you.
In deep silence, and with some exertion
to stay in your company,
I could save you a lot of trouble.
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