PLEASE
We are at
The Nile's end.
The Nile's end.
We are carrying
particles
From every continent, creature, and age.
From every continent, creature, and age.
It has been raining on the
plains
Of our vision for millions of years
Of our vision for millions of years
And our senses
Are so muddy compared to Yours - dear God.
Are so muddy compared to Yours - dear God.
But I only hear these words
from you
Where we are all trying to embrace
The Clear Sky-Ocean,
Where we are all trying to embrace
The Clear Sky-Ocean,
"Dear one,
come.
Please,
My dear ones,
Come."
My dear ones,
Come."
("The Gift" - versions of Hafiz by Daniel Ladinsky)
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