I lean my back againstThe Stump…I sip the dew at the source,I catch the sun by the hair,My foot on the earth’s chestThe balance,I hold!Bird of spaceEmbraces the realms… of time.
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I lean my back againstThe Stump…I sip the dew at the source,I catch the sun by the hair,My foot on the earth’s chestThe balance,I hold!Bird of spaceEmbraces the realms… of time.
The cataracts of the brain Smooth the pebbles, Shake the rocks, Freshen the biting winds. It ?! Stands firm!
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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