I am on my way to you Lord.
With faltering steps
I dare to climb up to you.
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„Make thee a serpent
and set it up, on a pole
and it shall come to pass,
that everyone that is bitten,
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Pain and sufferings
when accepted
makes us fearless.
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The roots of the earth
hug and kiss secretly
and the sand is happy to see
those secret hugs and kisses.
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Our very existence is a creative
capacity for perfect union with God.
Our union with God is our true person.
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To experience
the universal unity,
the mystic immerses himself in the spirit.
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All the symbols and forms have their
transcendent justification
in the world of the pure being.
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Art can form and spiritualize
man's consciousness.
The poet and mystic have to be
willing to be transformed
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Poetry is a record of experience.
The poet sets out
to communicate
something that transcends
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By the accident
of one's individuality,
one becomes a poet.
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