As soon as the morning is laying her tapestry
A sonata of soundings a collections of voices
We hear it the creatures producing their noises
If we would but listen and silence our being
We would be able to see without seeing
Witnessing visions and touching on mysteries
Dawn would be bringing us healing for injuries
Not with the words of some audible transmission
Do we hear it the uttering of this rising rendition
Coming out in full power from the creative existence
The flowers, the fields are now singing from a distance
Each morning, each evening, each hour of the night time
Words will flow out from the universe like poetic rhyme
Take moments, start listening: the silence is breathing
Fill up your inner spirit with all that it is needing.
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