In the depth of the Night-Thereafter
Echoes the sound of a thousand voices
As if caught between cry and laughter
And seemingly had no choices,
Save to remember little things
Like the eyes of a snail going back in
When children to quench their chagrin
Couldn’t resist so a little sin
“I saw them going back in”
“Even the eyes of a snail”
“Even that has been”
“It was part of the Tale”
What we’ll never see again
As much as once we beheld
And as long eyes will meld
Existence will never be vain
O Child of the Gift
Once you asked why you were asking
And you found your answer
In silent trust
Truth is your Friend
A true friend is yours all the time
Become now a friend of the Truth
Become truth yourself
It is calling you and speaks to you,
It changes into a sun rising every morning,
It changes into a leaf dancing with the wind,
It changes into cloud passing by,
It changes into a dancing flame burning into light,
It changes into food feeding you,
It changes into a friend loving you.
There are your answers, little one.
There is no need to doubt what becomes Truth
There is no need to divide what remains One
We’re all dancing, waiting for you
There is light, sound and joy
We just need your eyes and enjoy
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