Egypt Loved The Lotus Because It Never

In Egypt, I Loved The Perfume Of The Lotus. A Flower Would Bloom In The Pool At Dawn, Filling The Entire Garden With A Blue Musk So Powerful It Seemed That Even The Fish And Ducks Would Swoon. By Night, The Flower Might Wither But The Perfume Lasted. Fainter And Fainter, But Never Quite Gone. Even Many Days Later, The Lotus Remained In The Garden. Months Would Pass And A Bee Would Alight Near The Spot Where The Lotus Had Blossomed, And Its Essence Was Released Again, Momentary But Undeniable.

Wherever You Walk, I Go With You. Selah.

One Of My Great Secrets Was Knowing I Had The Power To Make Her Smile.

They Sang The Words In Unison, Yet Somehow Created A Web Of Sounds With Their Voices. It Was Like Hearing A Piece Of Fabric Woven With All The Colors Of A Rainbow. I Did Not Know That Such Beauty Could Be Formed By The Human Mouth. I Had Never Heard Harmony Before.

One Of My Favorite Poets, Neruda, Writes Close To The Bone. Though I Know Only A Little Spanish, I Like To Compare The Spanish And English Lines And See How The Translator Worked.