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Fish
Welcome unknown traveller;
the desert ends here.
You can sit beside the fire light
and eat bread with us.
The mule is tired;
your road must have been hard;
searching for a path through the mountains,
alone.
Here across the river
light loves.
This northern lights' land is rabbi's presence;
unfading happiness of spirit.
Here the desert ends
and we have water.
We are man fishers
carrying torches before dawn's descending.
Eat brother!
End
You Mean Something
The Lord hides himself in light.
We cannot see him.
We are-aching and in struggle ego-prisoners.
Entire lives away
from the core.
Our immaterial-gold souls we mortify
with sin.
The Lord is the most delicate blooming
you have in you heart.
He is your greatest journey
that you have in front of you.
You can receive...
you can give...
you...mean something.
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