Love is the Water of Life
Everything other than love, for the most beautiful God, though it be sugar- eating.
What is agony of the spirit? To advance toward death without seizing hold of the Water of Life.
A moment of happiness, sitting on the verandah, apparently two, but one in soul, you and I.
We feel the flowing water of life here, you and I, with the garden's beauty and the birds singing.
The stars will be watching us, and we will show them what it is to be a thin crescent moon.
You and I unselfed, will be together, indifferent to idle speculation, you and I.
The parrots of heaven will be cracking sugar as we laugh together, you and I.
In one form upon this earth, and in another form in a timeless sweet land.
You and I...
But who are you? And where are you?
Everything other than love, for the most beautiful God, though it be sugar- eating.
What is agony of the spirit? To advance toward death without seizing hold of the Water of Life.
A moment of happiness, sitting on the verandah, apparently two, but one in soul, you and I.
We feel the flowing water of life here, you and I, with the garden's beauty and the birds singing.
The stars will be watching us, and we will show them what it is to be a thin crescent moon.
You and I unselfed, will be together, indifferent to idle speculation, you and I.
The parrots of heaven will be cracking sugar as we laugh together, you and I.
In one form upon this earth, and in another form in a timeless sweet land.
You and I...
But who are you? And where are you?
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