Still So Close
Something so close to the soul though still so enormously far from the hands.
Like the light from a star, like a voice we cannot identify in a dream, like the galloping of some rider far off which we listen to, holding our breath, our ear touching the ground, like the sea over the telephone
And life takes place
inside us, with the eternal light of an ecstatic day
which is going on somewhere else.
It is a beautiful thing,
something true and not yet real, beautiful!
Author Unknown, Still So Close
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