(Painting by Meena Subramaniam)
On a clear desert night, is the moon really a silver galleon sailing on an ocean of stars?
That solitary crane flying suspended in timeless vastness, what does he dream about?
The secret whisper in the hush at the heart of a forest, what does it proclaim?
These mountains raising their splendid crags to the sky, whom do they praise?
Perhaps the wind knows, as it whistles in the trees or howls like a banshee down the canyon of a storm.
Perhaps the mirrored stillness of an autumn lake reflects these sacred messages.
Perhaps the Earth never stops singing in the very being of all her children.
Perhaps all it takes is thought-free silence to truly hear that song.
A flock of green parakeets paints a brief masterpiece against the evening sky.
Pure bliss is revealed in the dance of dolphins leaping on the bosom of the sea.
Mother Nature weaves her perfect tapestry with loving tenderness and joy -
All I can do is bow down in awe before the exquisite beauty,
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