anything seems in time
beyond lights and clouds
with sun and moon
...
with caressing hands
in darkly mud
my eyes are lifted
to gaze around
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People's searching desire
Their soft thorns
Without images of love
...
eternity wisdom
numerous meanings
steeping stones of creation
the slippery ridicule
...
the remaining future
doesn't bother the day
inhaling clean air
...
Everywhere we go
There is something new
Directions to and fro
Always coming through
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Love of love to be
Something new and fresh
Every opportunity
In its enmesh
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Every bird that's now singing
Is enjoying new spring
With perfumed flowers springing
Like pearls on a string
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Bring in the openness fire
Of every morning that comes
Love is a way for its desire
That together everything up sums
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