The mountain – like a giant horse.I – a rider.On the white packsaddle of the snow.With my feet in the stirrups of the foothills,With my hands in the mane of the firs.I see myself gallopingover the body of the World.
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To find myself
I have searched, I search constantly to find myself in the endless world. Where do I stand? Am I useful? Could it be, I am vanishing into NOTHING?
O Dreamy Creature
A breeze blows, and shakes the leaf, / Rocks a wave across the sea.
If you did not know
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…