Soft the whispered
Breath of Love
As it rushes past
the depths of emotion
Its destination is the
height after which
there is no more.
In its winding, whirling winds
is carried the unreality of reality
the unique dimension of Love
Where it is going is not known
But in its
Journey shall meet many in its
Frequent stops of mercy
But we don’t understand its wisdom.
R. Ruiz 1970
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