For Love to be fully satisfied,
it must lower itself even unto nothingness,
and transform this nothingness into Fire.
~ Therese of Lisieux
Because this bird is singing to me,
I belong to the wide wind,
The people far away who share
The air and the clouds.
Together we are looking up
Into all we do not own
And we are listening.
I belong to the wide wind,
The people far away who share
The air and the clouds.
Together we are looking up
Into all we do not own
And we are listening.