Keep it a secret, keep it behind the veil
of clouds that hide the ecstatic morning,
keep it under wraps and obfuscated by
the nonsense of grammar. Keep it a secret
before your lord, before the traditions
of your oblivious ancestors, before your
foreign language on a beautiful tongue.
Keep it a confused succession of words
and meanings, keep it in a book of hearts
or the books of philosophy. Keep it in
an obscure koan that a monk is meditating
on beneath the shade of the broad tree.
Leave it not forgotten, but remember it
in everything that you are glad to see.
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