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The Sunrise Ruby

In the early morning hour
just before dawn, lover and beloved wake
to take a drink of water.
She asks, “Do you love me or yourself more?
Really, tell the absolute truth.”
He says, “There’s nothing left of me.
I’m like a ruby held up to the sunrise.
Is it still a stone, or a world
made of redness? It has no
resistance to sunlight.”
The ruby and the sunrise are one.
Be courageous and discipline yourself.
Completely become the hearing and the ear,
and wear this sun-ruby as an earring.
Work. Keep digging your well.
Don’t think about getting off from work.
Water is there somewhere.
Submit to a daily practice.
Your loyalty to that
is a ring on the door.
Keep knocking, and the joy inside
will eventually open a window
and look out to see who’s there.
posted by lydia at 10:50 PM 

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