Love means to learn to look at yourself The way one looks at distant things For you are only one thing among many. And whoever sees that way heals his heart, Without knowing it, from various ills. A bird and a tree say to him: Friend
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I'm listening yet I don't know If what I hear is silence Or God.
I'm listening but I can't tell If I hear the plain of emptiness echoing Or a keen consciousness that At the bounds of the universe Deciphers and watches me.
I only know I walk like someone Beheld beloved and known And because of this I put into my every movement Solemnity and risk.