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As It Is

He sat as it were, with nowhere to sit,
and with nothing that sat, and with nothing that did.
He blew bubbles as it were, with nowhere to blow;
with only His love they were made,
with only His breath did they grow.

Each bubble a cosmos, a home as it were,
they never would meet,
they never each other would find,
with no time to exist and no place to reside.
Not in any way separate were they
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Emancipation Planz 14 October 2008
I so so much enjoyed your translation of As It Is... twas complete for the moment...
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