From nothingnessNight rose...And kissing every inchMade the earth its own
The sky cries out beneath golden handsThe sea loves the moon
This night laughsWith this mad wind!This dead shore laughsLaughs!
Night risesThe sun dies...
Whenever critics praise me and my ego grows, I think of the eagle: its beak grows and it chokes.
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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