Oer a traffic light of green and red, a birdie flies diagonally
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Not the will's resistance to surrender to God, but the Spirit's desire
to flow into Love, as a stream merges with a river and the river with
the sea
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The bee does not fly with honey on his wings.. matter is irrelevant
where the spirit rings
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As mater births son, so all material eventually brings forth Spirit
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To fight trophy hunters the hippos formed
an hippocracy.
They work to end the slaughter and lawmakers' hypocrisy.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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