What is The Secret?

On Jun 9, 6:48*pm, "Jonathan" wrote:
The wind never asked the trees, although they endlessly talk.
Or the sunrise an eye, in daily majesty. So I cipher at the sun
and feel for the air. Aptitude divining, stuttering at the difference
between syllable and sound. Beyond all utterance. Endeavoring
for words. At the linked analogies between mind and matter.

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I think you want rec.arts.poetry

Glad to help

Mark.