Between being breathed
And breathing oneself
Between being the radiance
And sitting alone with oneself
Between beholding the multiplicity of beings
And feeling the unity of oneself
Between standing in beauty
And enjoying the semblance of beauty
Between fleeing the earth
And becoming its prisoner
Between the rose’s climb
And the dung’s descent
Between the time that goes forward
And the time that goes backward
Between the kiss of death
And the kiss of a new birth
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