To love is to get inside a raindrop and float from the sky.
Sit on the wings of a breeze and swirl through the sea.
Seep into the gentle fragrance of a flower and scent every moment in time.
Glow with starlight as you touch eternity.
In the quiet stillness of a leaf
Beneath the whisper of the breeze
In the wave’s surrender to the shore
Behind the space of each moment’s door
On the edge of the horizon’s crimson hue
Curling around the cusp of a silver moon
Listen deep within you and feel it course
Through it all, a silent force:
The eternal breath of the primal source.
A still point can come upon you
At the instant a sharp fragrance
Sizzles from the pan and hits the air,
In the heart of the long-forgotten strains of a song
Spreading on the waves of a faraway breeze,
At the centre of a dance movement
Where the rhythm enters your entire being,
And when out of blue, a silver moon
Slides over the green gaze of a tree.
When the rain brings out
The earthiness from the earth
The fragrant freshness from the breeze
The sparkling joy from deep within
And the dewdrop pinkness from pink.
Shades of green painted with light
Hold out a beacon that dispels the night…