<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=388889" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Sound Of The Beating Heart!</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">we spend lifetimes searching<br>for the sound the leaf makes<br>turning from green to orange to red...<br>we spend our loving burning branches<br>in the shadow of the tree.<br>we spend our faith trying to capture, <br>and hold the wind for a moment...<br>never knowing that what we search for<br>is only our own being! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">we are the leaf, the branches, the fire, <br>the tree, and the wind...<br>the sound, the loving, and the faith.<br>and yet we are nothing.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">we are but a moment, <br>familiar taste and scent.<br>we are eternity, <br>the breath of an unknown god.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">the sun has set, <br>stillness comes walking<br>across the mountains.<br>i listen for the voices<br>that have no face.<br>dead poets sit by a vagrant fire, <br>immigrants, refugees...<br>spinning old tales.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">my friends smell like trees, <br>and leaves turned brown.<br>we cross bridges unseen, <br>with no destination.<br>and the only sound<br>that even god can hear...<br>the sound of the beating heart!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Eric+Cockrell">Eric Cockrell</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=388889" data-title="Sound Of The Beating Heart! de Eric Cockrell" data-description="we spend lifetimes searching for the sound the leaf makes turning from green to orange to red... we spend our loving burning branches in the shadow of the tree. we spend our faith trying to capture, and hold the wind for a moment... never knowing..."></div> </div> </div>

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