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Thursday, April 16, 2015

Hear it, the sounding, of the wind as she's speaking

Hear it, the sounding,  of the wind as she's speaking..
All of the universe is moved by her  tweaking.
Streams of her kindness are all over the places:
Whispers of generations are caught up in her races.

Oh how they're dancing: the plants in their rising:
Moving with rhythm which isn't  surprising...
For, they and the plant-lets and all of the trees,
Are responding to soundings inside of the breeze..

Spirit of our mother and the universe  around us
We breathe you, we need you and all of  your kindness
All of the beings and all of the surroundings
Are enamored and enlivened by all of your soundings

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