Guest guest Posted June 21, 2004 Report Share Posted June 21, 2004 Oh my child In the middle of your wondering... your musing... your pondering... I am here. I am, Myself, the question! I am the answer. Only listen... and I will whisper how near I am. And, my child, In the middle of your deepest sorrow I am here. I am the very tear that blurs your eyes, that caresses your cheek, and that kisses your lips. Oh, I have not abandoned you... Only remember, how near I am. And my child In the middle of your laughter and your dancing I am here. I am... your own sweet delight. It is I who moves your feet, and smiles your smile, and turns your turnings. And it is I who play the drum. And then you know, how near I am. Sometimes, I am... empty dancing shoes... dissolving... into the possibility of dancing energy. I am a Cheshire Cat grin... fading... into the face you wore before your parents met. Oh, sometimes I look like nothing at all! But always, where you are... I am here. Yes, I am here. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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