Like the migrating birds,
man has a homecoming instinct.
In the heart of hearts he knows
...
Everyday is an adventure.
Every day is a new discovery.
Very often we go alone the same ways
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The birds of love
fly down to you
in utter obedience
and devotion,
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Poems steal away my sleep.
And at midday I fall asleep
under the beautiful leaves
of a benevolent tree.
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Behold! ! !
the great light dawns.
the little bird
sings from the branches
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Migrating
birds take wing
higher than the
others for
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In terrific moments
of grief and loneliness
spring becomes
winter, blue turns
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