ishambat@hotmail.com (ilya

I will send a piece of me to you
Through the thinness of the morning air,
It will penetrate your eyes of blue
And remain inside your heart forever.

I will send a piece of me to you
Over poppies, vilets and roses,
It will vanish in a church's pew
And resurface where your soul reposes.

I will send a piece of me to you -
You alone in all of humankind -
It will disappear from my view
And become a figment of your mind.

I will send a piece of me to you -
Nowhere else I'd send it to instead -
I will tell you to take it - take two -
And retain them all inside your head.

I will send a piece of me to you
Over oceans and over lands,
It will be so supple and so new -
Mold it, mold it, mold it with your hands.

I will send a piece of me to you -
A created piece, a piece complete -
Let it be your own, I say this too,
To just trample underneath your feet.

I will send a piece of me to you
I do not know where, nor even when,
I will send it how, I wish I knew,
To expire and live in you again.

I will send pieces of me to you
In the winter, summer, spring and fall,
And inside your being they'll accrue
Until I am none and we are all.

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alan b. mac farlane

Narcisis, when he saw his reflection in the clear still water, he fell in
love with what he liked ... all the rest he saw with the same eyes was
everybuddies else's fault and they were to blame.

It is all One ... in the end, it is all One.

sumbuddie knows whats going on




in article 6d8c5a02.0306240435.6c545378@posting.google.com, Ilya Shambat at

alan b. mac farlane

Narcisis, when he saw his reflection in the clear still water, he fell in
love with what he liked ... all the rest he saw with the same eyes was
everybuddies else's fault and they were to blame.

It is all One ... in the end, it is all One.

sumbuddie knows whats going on




in article 6d8c5a02.0306240435.6c545378@posting.google.com, Ilya Shambat at