Only the enlightened, who are eternal,

Know the age, the origin, of the music we are hearing.

This music balances,

It keeps our planet tuneful

As it turns around itself

And sails around the sun.

 

This music suprises,

Moving us deeper into delight

With every phrase.

 

Not simply sweet

But sweet and deep;

Not flowing,

But flowing and focusing.

 

This music has muscles

And it strengthens the muscles

Of our eyes as well as ears.

 

It is not a river.

It is waves and drops,

Ocean and river,

Water, aair, sand and fire.

 

It is our Universe singing,

The Intelligence of our Universe singing,

Bringing at every hour,

The contented stretching

Of our world waking up.

2006

 

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