of every thing
speaks of its aliveness.
The bird sings itself into existence.
The blossom and flowers are born
to manifest beauty.
The trees announce their beingness
with grace and stature.
People chatter and converse
like twittering birds
unable to find peace and solitude
in silence
unable to find the space it offers.
Be like the breeze
rustling through the dried and browned
autumn leaves
speaking only of the space
it originates from.
Let the mind be quiet enough
to appreciate
the hum and buzz
of every thing
that speaks of its quiet aliveness.
© 1 Apr 17
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