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The unseen dark plays on his flute
and the rhythm of light
eddies into stars and suns,
into thoughts and dreams.
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My songs are to sing
that I have loved Thy singing.
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When the voice of the Silent touches my words
I know him and therefore I know myself.
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My last salutations are to them
who knew me imperfect and loved me.
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Love's gift cannot be given,
it waits to be accepted.
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When death comes and whispers to me,
"Thy days are ended,"
let me say to him, "I have lived in love
and not in mere time."
He will ask, "Will thy songs remain?"
I shall say, "I know not, but this I know
that often when I sang I found my eternity."
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"Let me light my lamp,"
says the star,
„and never debate
if it will help to remove the darkness.“
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Before the end of my journey
may I reach within myself
the one which is the all,
leaving the outer shell
to float away with the drifting multitude
upon the current of chance and change.