I have cast a mountain in front of us
and the ocean behind
it rises above us like a waterfall
which once ran from it.
I am not certain what is seen there
for you are my eyes
where I can not see and only
what you tell is known.
I am flying with you through it
like fireflies to it,
which are sitting in the trees
and we listen to it.
I am but your hands to write
and you the wrists
there is so much to be shown
in the Every Nights.
But too I show, Thy and Thou
into none become;
for I am always yours, always
with you, in you.
For we are the oceans beneath
the mountains pass
which once there stood,
the sprouting falls.
Wise or to know neither are
but to understand
"I made this for you '-' too"
It's so,'so quiet now.
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