Guest guest Posted March 3, 2003 Report Share Posted March 3, 2003 High above what the wind sang, the cedars echoed, what shone on the snow peaks, what spilled over the evening sky, Who received this? the one who extended his hands in prayer? No. It just descended into my offered heart, It poured into my welcome tears. It came unknown, unrecognised. By means of all these and me It brought itself to itself, it entered itself Alone where it is resplendent, eyes are helplessly lowered, Not only voice, even the resonance of silence ceases there. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Recommended Posts
Join the conversation
You are posting as a guest. If you have an account, sign in now to post with your account.
Note: Your post will require moderator approval before it will be visible.