Can the mango describe how
it feels to ripen in the sun
Or the caterpillar describe
how it turns into a butterfly?
Transformation must be
experienced: there are no words to share it.
In silence and stillness,
there is such a sweet ripening -
Deep inside the inside of
the inside,
When the familiar peels off
like an onion,
Layer by fleshy layer,
What is left is the unsayable.
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