|How the spirit beholds us in the mighty
Creation of His Glory, is our ever-present
Throughout the presence each thought is His value.
Into the grove where waters and soil merge
grow many ideas that feed the many.
And the many reserve a place for the next.
In the grove where worlds bring waters march
as soil breathes timeless souls.
This freedom is with the Life and the fluid
of the Supreme glow.
Here the blood of physics
is relentless in His prayer.
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