What can I say which could be said in words … yet the
Soul flows in so many words … yet speaks without sound.
Whistling wind blows and affects not the flowering flower
Knowing well that sound and sight resides in the heart’s tower.
Why now givest thou me this love divine
When ages passed in search to find
The oneness with the soul to set afire
Blazing through eternity and clinging mire?
Free am I to love you with all I can.
Free am I to know that I am God and man.
All shackles are gone in love’s delight.
Free am I now, to fight.
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