Daniel Reurink Biography

I invoke thy self
Anoint my cup
Thereafter I am empty
Fulfill me with words
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Tis a wind sailing upon the old waves at dusk,
Were which way doth thou put their trust,
Standards and flags raised to yield,
So doth thou plow or walk the fields?
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This man of short stature
Was in the tomb of nature
He fused his being with the tree's
So that each their own could see
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move to the rhythm of the tide
Be central and the music fires
Live in peace control relief
Suspend in the moment time
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Evening settles o'er a landscape content
moods echo; surrounded by sound's intent
Word's at dusk; lake's reflect consent
a mirror image; root's grow irrelevant
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