Jul 14, 2009
Excerpt from Words of the Earth by Cedric Wright
Our loves are only symbols of an unknown immortality.
Where communion is deep, there exists no separation at all,
for what needs telling those we love is understood already,
and what is supposed to be gone and past
is often more real than ever.
Through the sculpture of experience,
that part of ourselves which survives,
like cloud, resolves continuously.
This is the spirit of my hope and my religion.
Where communion is deep, there exists no separation at all,
for what needs telling those we love is understood already,
and what is supposed to be gone and past
is often more real than ever.
Through the sculpture of experience,
that part of ourselves which survives,
like cloud, resolves continuously.
This is the spirit of my hope and my religion.
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