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My heart has spread its sails to the idle winds for the shadowy island of Anywhere.
The service of the fruit is precious, the service of the flower is sweet, but let my service be the service of the leaves in its shade of humble devotion.
My sad thoughts tease me asking me their own names.
God waits to win back his own flowers as gifts from man's hands.
Our desire lends the colours of the rainbow to the mere mists and vapours of life.
Night's darkness is a bag that bursts with the gold of the dawn.
My evening came among the alien trees and spoke in a language which my morning stars did not know.
God's right hand is gentle, but terrible is his left hand.
The best does not come alone. It comes with the company of the all.
Maiden, your simplicity, like the blueness of the lake, reveals your depth of truth.