October 1998
Beauty, the Mother awakens in me, Music recalls Her and the thunder's roll; Silence instils Her, breathing free In the interstices of my soul.
Remembrance of Thee mid the silence and sounds Of life's sleep and awaking, my small human rounds. Open within me a window on Thee, Emblazon Thy smile for eternity.
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