"So leave our landOur shore, our sea
Our wheat, our salt, our wound."
"This is your name -- a woman said, and vanished through the winding corridor
There I see heaven within reach.
The wing of a white dove carries me towards another childhood.
And I never dreamt that I was dreaming.
Everything is real.
I knew I was casting myself aside . . .
and flew.
I shall become what I will in the final sphere.
And everything is white .
The sea suspended upon a roof of white clouds.
Nothingness is white in the white heaven of the absolute.
I was and was not...."
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