For that which is boundless in you abides in the mansion of the sky, whose door is the morning mist, and whose windows are the songs and the silences of night.
For that which is boundless in you abides in the mansion of the sky, whose door is the morning mist, and whose windows are the songs and the silences of night.
And if you sing though as angels, and love not the singing, you muffle man's ears to the voices of the day and the voices of the night.
But if you love and must needs have desires, let these be your desires To melt and be like a running brook that sings its melody to the night. To know the pain of too much tenderness. To be wounded by your own understanding of love And to bleed willingly and joyfully.
© 2020 Inspirational Stories
© 2020 Inspirational Stories