you are my home, my liberation
In form of humans, plants.., and complex structures.
You come as art, as raining storm...
You can be tangible or abstract.
You come in me as lightning thought,
As word of love, as song of wisdom.
You come on me as power, flow...
I never learned your boundless kingdom.
You see me through, you gave me birth.
Your teaching methods beyond the human being.
Your touch is kind, kiss... pure, bright.
It's full of tears, tears of compassion's deepest meaning.
Whatever comes my way today
I am full of gratitude to your communication
With me, oh Thou,
With my clean soul, which found her home and liberation.
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