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Okubi
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Flowers for the sun; plays a tomb for her hair
Enfolding wind holds the streams; when my love awoke
To those eyes so full; of a life so pure
I roamed, Okubi roamed through these hills
She holds, Okubi holds my soul
Inside Okubi's eyes, lies
The world I had seen, and bring her back home through the soil
To wake up my life in her hair, that flows through the winds
Okubi in wind, the grass blows away
Okubi Okubi oh, Okubi Okubi I saw
In the air I see that moon, moisture's rising for typhoon
Okubi Okubi oh, Okubi Okubi I saw
She hangs above clouds, dissolves into the sounds
Okubi Okubi oh, Okubi Okubi I saw
Over misty blue hills(In the meadow I see)
The sun, rise, in the East
And Okubi is on fire! Oh no ty-
Phoon, rise, from beneath
And the sun's getting higher, oh no (repeated)
"Surrounded, the plains slip back into their hollow sleeping chambers, the meadows have emptied themselves into the eye of it's concealed existence,
my solitude shatters into a cascade of sudden awareness, my dream now fills the world and empties it's contents scrupulously,
systematically consuming each former representation.
How long will it last this time? How much more indulgence into this obliterating union can persist until the world takes to it wholly and is consumed into itself?
In this space, holding onto the remains of my home, silently, Okubi rises into perception"
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It is only in honoring that which we are not that we realize truth.
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