this morning

This morning the wind answered.

From every bird wing it makes love to,

prayer bells rain down

to please your parched ears.

When it wraps its caress into

the soft shawls of sea waves,

all questions dissolve

in beauty that your eyes can see.

And from the far reaches of green mountains,

infinite petals of roses take flight

to dress you

in the sweet perfume of your own love.

Why fear the rapid flames of fire,

when the volcanoes themselves

shimmer with the one song

of your eternity?

Open the doors of your ruinous house.

Walk away from all that’s not fluid.

You are the dancer, the answer,

the silence, the song, the world and God’s wind.

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