It really is so incomprehensible,
Words make a mockery of it;
In silence perchance
We grasp an atom of it's truth
and feast on that beauty our whole lives.
and feast on that beauty our whole lives.
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Be Like Birds
Each morning, whether there be Clear blue skies or the darkest clouds, Terrifying thunder or raptured stillness, Shattering rain or a gentle...
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Who am I right now oh Flame? A betrothed moth! A Lover who once thought he knew who he was, melted by thy heat, and lost to any self ... -
Know my Friend, that which is called by the lover is but the Beloved calling back. Oh, I know it sounds like your own voice, ... -
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