At a starting point,Love takes its circles.Its ripples arrive at the heart,Where the circles spread across all space.There the rhythms change their shape,The spinning of the contour,Twists into the dimensions of the soul.Love beats the butterfly’s wings,There, where beauties have come to rest.
I am not by the sea, but I hear its sound from afar, I take in its roar In the depths of my soul. I am not by the sea, but in its depths…
A breeze blows, and shakes the leaf, / Rocks a wave across the sea.
If you did not know that He is watching you, If you were not certain of the breathing of the stars Behind the great clouds, If you did not hear His waiting smile Behind…
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