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What comes out of the harp?
Music!
And there is a dance no hands or feet dance.
No fingers play it,
no ears hear it,
because the Holy One is the ear,
and the one listening too.
The great doors remain closed,
but the spring fragrance comes inside anyway,
and no one sees what takes place there.
Men and women who have entered
through both doors at once
will understand this poem.