Clear seeing
The song of the unborn
stills the waves
Clarity is known in not-knowing
The world springs alive in timeless beauty
full as a fragrant rose of love
The dust of memories
is
blown away
in the wind of silence
That which is
is
Poetry by Nils Teodor
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Written on 2014-12-20 at 12:14
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