A series of daily notes- from one soul to an other. We are stuff that dreams are made of. We come and go through many life times searching for the reason for existence, which is simply one word- "LOVE".
Saturday, 3 March 2012
Come
-Edes Zsuzsikam
Come to me that I maybe filled with your radiance.
Come to me that I maybe One with thee and thee
with me.
The joy of the heart is our sojourn.
Lift my eyes that I may see,
Raise my Spirit that I maybe uplifted.
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