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If I were to bind all the stars together
and weave them 'round your neck
they would not dim the light in your eyes
nor eclipse their infinite depth
Were I to condense the universe
and from the palm of my hand suspend
I would discard that paltry bauble
for want of your soul's gem
If sound be faster than matter
this, then, moves beyond will
if light be faster than sound,
this travels more rapid still
What are these Words, these little words,
these bits of lava and ash
Volcanoes simmer and boil below
as above letters randomly dash
'Tis a breeze that moves yonder branches
into living, whispery dance
This internal gale gusts, manifesting,
stirring puppets out of mundane trance.
This wind moves across the ocean
causing it to sigh and gently role
diving from the Sole of my Heart,
and into the Heart of my Soul.
Speak not to me of trappings of the mind,
of Ego, or wounded pride to soothe
the wind that travels beyond desire
is content to only move
After all the cycles I have traveled,
journey of minutes and miles and plays,
as soul expands, discards, and contracts,
it is only This that stays.
My Dearest, dearest of them all,
This does not suffer earthly defeat, or death
Whether these little words are reflected in yours
They must flow beyond the breath
By: Eman Hassan.
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