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Don't You See?
It's not that I don't cry for friends,
lost and found.
It's that, I'm never truly upset
about being alone.
Solitude embraces me with the soul's
sweet, nectar-touch--
Like the taste of succulent peaches
at summer's ripe end--
A taste of love's own accord,
own condition.
Friendship-space has never
filled my bowl.
Quietude, in waiting, reveals to me
a thousand ways of seeing
the mother of love.
While sleeping, waking, walking,
I eat from love's plate,
a never ending banquet,
To which everyone's already invited.
I shall not stand in your way,
But, do not wait for my invitation.
It's not necessary.
Don't you see?
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