Sunday, September 28, 1997

Night Senses

never reaching the end, in the land, moving eternally, over the sea
the song of song without sound, without substitution, filling the mind
endless beauty and truth, ever young surging life of life
oh so gently, the peaceful fire embracing the heart
unfolding intertwined, encompassing shadows of shadows
ascending down, all around, brilliance of brilliance
space and time and soul like soft silent whispers
seeing by night
lost and found
in the feeling somewhere in the light

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