Do the birds fall silent when we leave, Is the sun less bright because we dream Of night and on its bosom grieve. Are the mountains held in less esteem
By souls who follow in our stead Is the fragrance of the forest less, Do new-born souls replace the dead, Does love rescind its tenderness
Because death is and life must die? To manifest God and truly live We must forego the strident "I". By self-forgetting ourselves we give.
Poems 2002 (34)
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