Love

Here is love
there sadness
Here small scattered sheep wander
there the universe entire
Find your way
   find your way

Love
it is blood and roots
   tangled in the earth
not light
   nothing of light
   nothing of light
but burrowing down
I am in the midst
of someone else's dream
Words which echo
are not my thoughts
but someone else's
Distant
unknown person
motives unguessed

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