To feel without knowing
And know by feeling;
To say it without words
And know without knowing.
To be silently eloquent
And ask without a question,
To get the answer anyway
And name it with a smile.
To know it by a smile
And pronounce it in the silence,
To say it without saying—
That's when you know it.
To feel it is to know it
Not to name it is to glorify it—
To do it for a smile
And not expect any other reward.
To walk, dance and fly
Feel the epiphany of oblivion;
To be one with the world
And live to feel it.
That's when you know it.
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beautifully written, passionately compiled and sweetly loaded with affection