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It can all be said  in one word  if our hearts share  the

But even then,
it's not to be said --
better if shown --
the nights themselves
will tell the meaning.

“Only heart to heart can speak the bliss of mystic knowers; no messenger can tell it, and no missive bear it.”

Perhaps I overwhelm the readers, since these days I write for my own joy. Should I end it? If you, too, haven’t the will to follow, I doubt anyone else does.