There is but a whisper of truth in facts
Only a rumor of wisdom in philosophies.
Trace a falling teardrop
Dance in a gentle breeze
Roll on the ground
Dream beneath the sky
Live and believe and love…
Living and believing, let truth whisper about me
And no facts shall ever contain me.
Believing and loving, let wisdom make of me a rumor.
And no philosophies shall ever enframe me.
And thus, in my body, with my mind, through my heart…
I lived – I believed – I loved
What else dares describe me?


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