Within the flower there lies a seed,

Within the seed there springs a tree,

Within the tree there spreads a wood.

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In the wood there burns a fire,

And in the fire there melts a stone,

Within the stone a ring of iron.

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Within the ring there lies an O

Within the O there looks an eye,

In the eye there swims a sea,

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And in the sea reflected sky,

And in the sky there shines the sun,

Within the sun a bird of gold.

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Within the bird there beats a heart,

And from the heart there flows a song,

And in the song there sings a word.

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In the word there speaks a world,

A word of joy, a world of grief,

From joy and grief there springs my love.

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Oh love, my love, there springs a world.

And on the world there shines a sun

And in the sun there burns a fire,

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Within the fire consumes my heart

And in my heart there beats a bird,

And in the bird there wakes an eye,

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Within the eye, earth, sea, and sky,

Earth, sky and sea within an O

Lie like the seed within the flower.