Power said to the world, “You are mine.” The world kept it prisoner on her throne. Love said to the world, “I am thine.” The world gave it the freedom of her house.
The mist is like the earth’ s desire. It hides the sun for whom she cries.
Be still, my heart, these great trees are prayers.
The noise of the moment scoffs at the music of the Eternal.
I think of other ages that floated upon the stream of life and love and death and are forgotten, and I feel the freedom of passing away.
The sadness of my soul is her bride’ s veil. It waits to be lifted in the night.
Death’s stamp gives value to the coin of life; making it possible to buy with life what is truly precious.
The cloud stood humbly in a corner of the sky.The morning crowned it with splendour.
The dust receives insult and in return offers her flowers.
Do not linger to gather flowers to keep them, but walk on, for flowers will ke