15 December 2014

Who drinks the living sap
And translates the
Rhythm of the tree:

Cicada.

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After the rains
The veins of cicadas 
Run with the sap of trees
Boiled over in the heat
And their 
crickle-clatter-chatter-patter
fills the air.

*

Within your breast I have heard
the metronome of My Lord so soothing;
Your smile is a beautiful song
I had too long forgotten!

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Our suffering so often shows
The truth is no gift of mind.

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O heart of love 

O heart of love
Teach me your song
O heart of love
My days are long
O heart of love 
Teach me your song. 

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The flame of love
May be a tiny thing,
But it illlumines
the entire world.

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