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The memory of you emerges from the night around me.
The river mingles its stubborn lament with the sea.
Come to me in the silence of the night;
Come in the speaking silence of a dream;
Come with soft rounded cheeks and eyes as bright
As sunlight on a stream;
I would not exchange the sorrows of my heart
For the joys of the multitude.
And I would not have the tears that sadness makes
To flow from my every part turn into laughter.
Yearning for tenderness.
The one lost —It's so long -so long
And a woman who held a babe against her bosom said, 'Speak to us of Children.'
And he said:
Your children are not your children.
They are the sons and daughters of Life's longing for itself.
The dark wings of night enfolded the city upon which Nature had spread a pure white garment of snow; and men deserted the streets for their houses in search of warmth, while the north wind probed in contemplation of laying waste the gardens. There in the suburb stood an old hut heavily laden with snow and on the verge of falling. In a dark recess of that hovel was a poor bed in which a dying youth was lying, staring at the dim light of his oil lamp, made to flicker by the entering winds. He a man in the spring of life who foresaw fully that the peaceful hour of freeing himself from the clutches of life was fast nearing. He was awaiting Death's visit gratefully, and upon his pale face appeared the dawn of hope; and on his lops a sorrowful smile; and in his eyes forgiveness.
He was poet perishing from hunger in the city of living rich. He was placed in the earthly world to enliven the heart of man with his beautiful and profound sayings. He as noble soul, sent by the Goddess of Understanding to soothe and make gentle the human spirit. But alas! He gladly bade the cold earth farewell without receiving a smile from its strange occupants.
As the Sun withdrew his rays from the garden, and the moon threw cushioned beams upon the flowers, I sat under the trees pondering upon the phenomena of the atmosphere, looking through the branches at the strewn stars which glittered like chips of silver upon a blue carpet; and I could hear from a distance the agitated murmur of the rivulet singing its way briskly into the valley.
When the birds took shelter among the boughs, and the flowers folded their petals, and tremendous silence descended, I heard a rustle of feet though the grass. I took heed and saw a young couple approaching my arbor. The say under a tree where I could see them without being seen.
And one of the elders of the city said, "Speak to us of Good and Evil."
And he answered:
Birdsong brings relief
to my longing
I'm just as ecstatic as they are,
but with nothing to say!
The love of the Prophet—an indescribable longing
This longing swells, stirs and reverberates throughout the universe and all corners of the world
Longing never ends as if lying stiff in the rotation of ticking time
Longing flows profusely felt by every human being
I'll get this showcase done before I succumb to my present domestic turmoil.
I don't want 'no-more-showcases' to (your relative comfort) this month spoil.
To throw the arrow!
Arrow of love,
Desire! ! !
Standing on Dallas Road
Staring out at the sandy beach
Longing to be on the beach amongst all the rocks and driftwood
Longing to be free as a seagull
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