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The Herdsman



I'm herdsman of a flock.

The sheep are my thoughts

And my thoughts are all sensations.

I think with my eyes and my ears

And my hands and feet

And nostrils and mouth.


To think a flower is to see and smell it.

To eat a fruit is to sense its savor.


And that is why, when I feel sad,

In a day of heat, because of so much joy

And lay me down in the grass to rest

And close my sun-warmed eyes,

I feel my whole body relaxed in reality

And know the whole truth and am happy.

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