In this investiture of fleshly life A soul that is a spark of God survives . And sometimes it breaks through the sordid screen And kindles a fire that makes us half-divine. Savitri, Book 11, Canto V
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Thursday, October 30, 2008

leaves

Leaves are words of a tree-which is soft spoken.
And with these words the tree tells beautiful tales. If you ask me if
I ever heard of any tale-I'll say-no, my dear friend. The birds know
it.
But perhaps I have heard many fantastic tales when the leaves throw
some bizarre tales in a stormy night.
But the trees then are not soft-spoken.

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