In the bare-tree gray light of ten thousand criss-crossing boles and branches,
this luminous green consciousness of embryonic leaves begins to shimmer,
while the goldfinch of mind is singing in its yellowed yellowing voice: it’s spring,
it’s spring, hallelujah for an April sky omnipotent has raineth, so it’s spring!
Here and now one apperceives it’s blonde on blonde, or love on love, i am i am,
a love supreme, a love supreme, a love supreme, clear light beholding pure white light,
in reality where all is spring, spring, spring beyond, spring altogether beyond,
O what an awakening!
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