What is there to desire but a deeper, fuller understanding, and to be an instrument through which that universal music plays?
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Categories: A Few More Scratches
Tags: Desire, Understanding
William Michaelian
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“The wind plays in the branches.
It comes to visit the old oak tree.
How to know the beauty of the reed ?
Thus the wind speaks.
My friend, I have always known you, and since the wind blows, your branches begin to sing.”
Béatrice
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Dear Béatrice, the wind has brought your voice safe and sound. I open my window. Now it’s a thousand times ten thousand. Thank you.
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It touched my heart.
Thank you, dear william.
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Möge sich dieser Wunsch in allen Menschen festigen, dann wäre die Welt rund…
Herzliche Grüße zu dir.
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Yes… thank you, Edith, and warm greetings to you.
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