who hears, without ears,
the secret song?
Blood and breath are zither and trombone,
Atoms and cells play infinite percussion
Keeping prana's perfect time;
Stars and mountains, rivers and trees swell in a vast, voiceless chorus,
Silently trumpeting the undying truth :
There is only love.
I cannot say I heard this song.
The moment its lightnings touched me, I disappeared!
Now only the song remains:
Perfect bliss :
nectar of peace
sweeter than a mother's kiss!
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