when the destination
is but the journey,
and the fire we seek
is but a reflection
of the fire within us...
when the cross is a part of the body,
and the war we protest,
is the war within us...
when the leaf is known
as always tree...
and the dropp of water
contains a river.
when breath is hunger,
and love is fullness.
when the spirit is a finger,
and the soul is a foot!
when forever is a touch,
and death is a season...
when we speak without words,
and know each other without names!
Eric Cockrell
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/without-names/
