Saturday, December 17, 2005

I touch God in my song
as the hill touches the far-away sea
with its waterfall.
The butterfly counts
not months but moments,
and has time enough.
Let my love, like sunlight,
surround you
and yet give you illumined freedom
.Love remains a secret
even when spoken,
for only a lover truly knows
that he is loved.
from the bondage of the soi
lis no freedom for the tree.
In love I pay
my endless debt to thee
for what thou art.


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