to hear the soundless calls of love



the spring calls her beloved,
wake up now...

turn down the furnace of grief
be gentle and walk around
when daffodils sing
enjoy the dance of birds

do nothing at once
do nothing at all

just be the moment
the observer observed
in that observance be steady enough,
to hear the soundless calls of love

do not cling to ego
be not bounded to sight
see from within
the true beauty beyond thy eyes

the spring calls her beloved,
wake up now...




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