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the elements, like sacred songs,
unveil their truth, where all belongs.
each tree, each flower, each drop of rain,
no longer distant, no longer vain,
becomes the pulse, the sacred thread,
in every color, life is fed.
the insects hum, the leaves vibrate,
the jaguar’s hue, the serpent’s fate—
and for a moment, I forget the strife
of city streets, of worldly life.
I rest within the jungle’s grace,
and see the truth in nature’s face.
the body’s weariness fades away,
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