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Visions of a Young Artist Still waking, still half dreaming. I wait impatiently for the coming of the new and long awaited dawn. With a passionate flame ablaze within my being in all the world of worlds. Where all could become known to all who listen to the leaves that whisper- hot secrets of the universe to the cool caress of the passing winds. That roam the globe round and round in search of a place to reveal itself. To you and me and to the naked trees who stand back to let us pass into the the green world of all created things . And when I see Mother Nature’s welcome smile, I count Her blessings round and round. I yearn to seek and to know the secrets fo the soul. Yet, I will never come to know enough of its depths & essence. Unless my Master entrusts me with the great vision of love & life. That I may tend it like a garden that needs the love of my hands and the care of the plow of faith. only then it may be that I will prostrate myself low to the earth, in awe of the beauty of the worlds that be. |
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