When the Wind Whispers Low

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.

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