Tuesday, April 24, 2007

blooming I

Green and gold and gray purples,

Watch spots of leaf new borns

Fresh and light and tender air

Breathe sweet smell of blossoms,

Free and joyful singing birds

Listen to love with heart ears

Cool and pure, roaring river,

Let feet feel the water shiver

In the heart of all these majesties

Consider sources of their glories

Different colors, different shapes

Everything is in its own place

Nothing high and nothing low

No winner no looser ever you know

Every thing is as perfect as IS

The Creator of universes

All charming all in peace

How can we be part of this?