God, give my wings might.
Give me the aroma of cheer.
Help me to hear the whispers of my heart.
Let the touch of your beauty
...
In tiptoeing tiny steps
I came to you
to pluck your soul.
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Like eagles in the cliffs,
I slept in the arms of my God.
Like sparrows in its nests,
...
Once,
the Sun flower fell in love
with a glowworm.
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If you take away my breath
I will fall down and perish.
My body shall return to dust.
...
My hearts’ wounds are healed
Without a stain are they healed.
But it pains me somewhere.
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The vitality and the efficiency
of the conversion
from sense to spirit
depends on the vividness
...
Private prayers evoke a sense
of the potential oneness
of God's love, solitude, and society.
...
No matter how many
cars you have
you can wear only
a pair of shoes
...
The bird sings
and the morning light pours in.
Wake up my little one
the time of lullaby is gone.
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