In the beginning of time, there rose from the churning of God'sdream two women. One is the dancer at the…
Let only that little be left of mewhereby I may name thee my all.Let only that little be left of…
I touch God in my songas the hill touches the far-away seawith its waterfall.The butterfly counts not months but moments,and…
Time is endless in thy hands, my lord.There is none to count thy minutes.Days and nights pass and ages bloom…