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The Chords Of Life
The baby in womb with heart beating softly.
Fetus curled thoughts a motley.
With the gears of life ticking with the heart of earth.
The chords of life are struck by the flute of the wind.
To see the moon's very breast,
Pale with deep craters of blue and silver,
The baby cries. For he has heard the chord of life.
The birds not singing but prophesizing, prophesizing the very delicate structure of life.
Made by the fingers of God.
The flowers bloom with unfurling brightness, with hues visible for eternity.
The night and stars connect with divine bridges of ...