Love smiles in a heart free and alone. Love is your thought of my love. To die today like this, unleash to float among the molecules, at last released . . . And when the Gods decide to hear my plea, my hope, the dat - um left by you, the wind will veer the sky, the earth will wait. Hu is the pronoun of divine Presence.
All humans make up sacred words for praise.
Yes, humans make up mighty words for praise, then shock themselves with the constructed maze. So men and women make up words to shock. Yes, humans will construct wild words to shock then make audacious, wiley use of stock small bugaboos, mosquito-haunted finds. At dark of night when the high flight of birds is right you see shadows against the sun as if a pun on light and dun were often foes with the blue moon rising too soon above the dune all luminous, all grand and bright a glowing kite across the site quite numinous. Birds caw in fun clouds above run and blush to shun the dying light.