Child’s Play

The Preceptor
Gift of the Book

You are the sea of love;
we are those that thirst for a little drop.
If you make us return after having come,
we shall have to abandon the world.

The wounded bird’s heart desires earnestly to fly.
The wings are tender; the vision is fading;
and the journey extends beyond the sea.
Now, you alone must make him understand
from where we lost our way.

Life comes here dancing, mesmerized, and rapturous.
Death stands there simply waiting for us.
Who might know where which limit is reached?
Here’s the rub, the mystery, and the riddle.
Come and softly whisper in the ear–
from which direction have we been coming…

You are the sea of love.
We are those that thirst for a little drop.

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~ by Bombadil on August 25, 2010.

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