The Night in Kaarela Ashram

Thursday 3 February 2005.
 

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And it’s night.
I sit in the kitchen.
                And it’s night.
 
There is endless love
from which arises music and
stories and
smiles
like small pearls, dropping.
 
And those pearls drop
to the necks of my brothers
giving them sleep.



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