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all which isn't singing is mere talking
and all talking's talking to oneself
(whether that oneself be sought or seeking
master or disciple sheep or wolf)
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gush to it as diety or devil
-toss in sobs and reasons threats and smiles
name it cruel fair or blessed evil-
it is you (ne i)nobody else
.
drive dumb mankind dizzy with haranguing
-you are deafened every mother's son-
all is merely talk which isn't singing
and all talking's to oneself alone
.
but the very song of(as mountains
feel and lovers)singing is silence
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~ e.e.cummings
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Crossing the Threshold - John O'Donohue - for Solstice...
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*The following piece is an excerpt from a book called To Bless the Space
Between Us, by Irish poet, philosopher,author and priest, John O'Donohue*
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