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The Choir And Music Of Solitude And Silence

 Silence is a great blue bell
Swinging and ringing, tinkling and singing, 
In measure's pleasure, and in the supple symmetry
 of the soaring of the immense intense wings
 glinting against
All the blue radiance above us and within us, hidden
Save for the stars sparking, distant and unheard in their
And this is the first meaning of the famous saying, The stars sang.
They are the white birds of silence And the meaning of the difficult famous saying that the sons and daughters of morning sang, Meant and means that they were and they are the children of God and morning, Delighting in the lights of becoming and the houses of being, Taking pleasure in measure and excess, in listening as in seeing.
Love is the most difficult and dangerous form of courage.
Courage is the most desperate, admirable and noble kind of love.
So that when the great blue bell of silence is stilled and stopped or broken By the babel and chaos of desire unrequited, irritated and frustrated, When the heart has opened and when the heart has spoken Not of the purity and symmetry of gratification, but action of insatiable distraction's dissatisfaction, Then the heart says, in all its blindness and faltering emptiness: There is no God.
Because I am hope.
And hope must be fed.
And then the great blue bell of silence is deafened, dumbed, and has become the tomb of the living dead.

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