All of creation is inviting this crowd
Creatures and plantlets and skies up above
Pointing out and echoing the secrets of Love
Down in the meadows and beneath all the brush
Creeping around slowly without need to rush
Insects and crawlers and movers of every kind
Speaking of wisdom that the seekers can find.
Witnessing quietly without need for word
The rocks and the mountains are often unheard
But to the listener with the deep inner ear
Wisdom and wonder and what other's can't hear
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