Satisfied with the Fortune of Love

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In the stillness of the night
I have been the place where
Wisdom stood visiting

Tranquil, serene, as doves in flight
I have cried with my spirit
Invisibly open to the higher laws

In the stillness of the night
I have waited for the soft voice of truth
Deliciously young, formidably ancient

Who am I, Wisdom, and how come
Desires of delight are so temporary?
My spirit envelops my growing heart

The many books of unity are to me living people
I have seen their eyes twinkle with
The special shimmer of traveling souls

We all kiss death rejoicing in the moment
For we know not how long the moment will last
In the stillness of the social day

I was reborn by the voice of human creatures
They welcomed me and I held their hands
Like tracing memories of days that chanted littleness.

Photography Credits: http://browse.deviantart.com/art/Hands-ten-fingers-disabled-III-376150003

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