The soul of mankind Is like water: From Heaven coming, To Heaven rising, Again descending – As it must – Earthward, Ever circling. It streams from high on The steep rock wall, A clear, pure stream; Then lovingly dusts In swelling cloud-waves Against smooth rock; And striking lightly, It surges, veil-wrapped, In whispers, To the depths below. Then cascading Against cliff towers, It foams high, raging, Unrelenting, To the Abyss. In sprawling stream-beds It creeps in meadowed va
I think of you, when the shimmering sea waves Shine bright on me; I think of you, when the moon's resplendent rays Light up each stream. I see you, when from out the distant path Dust is rising; When in the depths of night, I see a stranger Bare, shivering. I hear you, when the tranquil seas glisten With rising tides. In the quiet grove, I often go to listen, Then peace abides. I am with you, despite how distant, however far - I know you're near. The sun will set, and soon I'