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The feeling of being lost for words not to be able to utter a single syllable not to be able to move or lift your eyes when you're in the presence of One one so beautiful it hurts to look what is there to show you came in peace to show you have no evil in mind when a single look can create turmoil & fear and turn a lord into a cowering animal what power in such a beautiful vessel but how to over come the fear? the fear of contact the fear of having nothing to say, to offer, but a wan look that serves no purpose but to demoralize the traveler from which it comes what purpose these tearful laments but to open up where to speak out and laying bare one's soul will focus the anger and wrath of zealots and fanatics on you. Oh, to have been born with a love unspeakable. The sorrow of staying silent when the heart wants to cry out in song in nearness of those it longs to be with. Only a few can face up to the world in candor and remain unscathed. To become such a noble creature is a worthy quest indeed. Blessed be JB |