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