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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