Listen!

Listen well, my brother, to the secret whisper in your heart, the endless singing in your blood, the deep rhythm in your bones.
O sister, can you hear the voice of the wind, the silent music of the flowers, the faint hum of joy all around?
The universe speaks to you every moment- you just forgot how to listen.
Let every cell in your body be a ear.
Hold your breath- stay perfectly still.
Traffic and bird-song, dogs barking and the laughter of children,
The plaintive cry of a vendor in perfect rhythm with the whistling of the kites in the sky..
All speaking without words of a wisdom beyond thought,
All held together by the weave of the gaps between the sounds,
Until darkness brings peace
And the high sweet notes of silence.

Be

In a story written by a madman,
Illusion creates new worlds every moment, every day.
When the rainbow bubble bursts, who is to blame?
There are no answers or explanations, all dogma disappears-
Only emptiness and silence remain:
This has lost its tongue and forgotten its name.

Beneath dust and leaf and river and sky
Suddenly the sacred bones of eternity shine bright:

What a sparkle in this wordless bliss!
Mind still like a mirror lake
Breathless wonder overflows
How can anything begin to describe this?

Be.
This is all there is.