I see something of God each hour of the twenty-four, and each moment
then;
In the faces of men and women I see God, and in my own face in the
glass;
I find letters from God dropt in the street—and every one is
sign'd by God's name,
And I leave them where they are, for I know that wheresoe'er I go,
Others will punctually come forever and ever.
I am the poet of the Body;
And I am the poet of the Soul.
I am the poet of the woman the same as the man;
And I say it is as great to be a woman as to be a man;
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--- In [email protected], as as <[EMAIL PROTECTED]> wrote:
>
> The beauty of the heart is the lasting beauty
> Its lips give to drink of the water of life.
> Truly it is the water, that which pours,
> And the one who drinks -- all three
> Become one when your talisman is shattered.
> That oneness you can't know by reasoning.
>
>
> Giving thanks for abundance
> is sweeter than the abundance itself
> Should one who is absorbed with the Generous One
> be distracted by the gift?
> Thankfulness is the soul of beneficence
> abundance is but the husk,
> for thankfulness brings you to the place
> where the Beloved lives.
> Abundance yields heedlessness;
> thankfulness, alertness:
> hunt for bounty with the snare of gratitude to the King.
>
>
>
>
> Union with you is the source of happiness,
> for those are but forms and this is reality.
> Break not for a moment from your servant,
> for a ship cannot sail without water.
>
>
> Every time you ask me, "How are you?"
> I am with tears and pale cheeks.
> For the vulgar these two are tokens;
> what are signs to you who are without signs?
> Unspoken you hear the discourse,
> unwritten you read the deed.
> Without sleep you show visions.
>
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