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These Words
These words
Gleaned
Preserved
Nourished
Distilled
Are the river
Of feeling ....
And they flow
With no will
Drawn inexorably
To the ocean
Of thought
To be one
With all the
Other drops.....
To merge
They jump
They twist
They turn
They twirl
Over the meandering
Landscape
Of understanding ....
And they reach
Out
Only for
Oneness
With their own
With themselves
With the sea
With me....
They are the
Mirror
That eyes
Cannot see
They are the voices
That ears cannot hear
They are sensations
Never gauged, never felt
They are just words
And yet they are more....
~Raj~