When the
wind whispers
low
in winter
sowing,
god’s
bounty
speaks
in
spring
seedlings
growing.
an entire
universe
breathes
its quiet
endless
flow
through
summer trees
gently
making
autumn
leaves flutter
and drop
scattered in
uneven
rows.
don’t
miss
nature’s voice,
listen with
your inner
ear.
it speaks
language
in
sun, wind, clouds
and rain…
etched through
eons
a portrait of
eternity.
we believed
our
souls
belonged to
us, but
in truth
we do not
own even
that.
it is
nature’s
own.
there is
only
the
oneness
of the whole.
nothing
is disconnected
from the
cosmos.
the perceived
distance
between
the next
thing
is
the
persistent
illusion
we
humans
are
all
separate
beings.
we all
breathe the
same air
and
float
together
in the same
spirit ocean.
