Do not disturb my ancient landsThe traces of my thought!Do not water brambles and briarsOn the field of flight!…For I am a spring, I become a river!I am a hill and I rise as a mountain!In the crater of a soulA volcano seethes and suffers!
Today, now, today I become a bird, A dancer on heavenly stages, Doves, children, Angels, evermore, I devour from my hand. Do not trouble yourselves We do not answer you The dream – the full moon…
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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