And Beyond

It is in love that the heart listens,

Hearing precious, perfect whispers,

The sounds of Genesis & beyond,

Each part knowing its companions,

Composed & composing —

Experiencing No decay without resurrection;

The grand ballet and opera,

Performed daily without an audience.

One voice singing, “I am stars,”

Harmonizing in Space:

Another voice, full of power,

Conscious,

seeking a name,

Shining without knowing why,

Bright light pulsing,

Asking, “Who am I?”

Spending lifetimes in the search…

Unseen strings play,

Or so the theory goes,

As protoplasm flows,

In playgrounds of molten stone;

Cooling,

decaying into black soil,

The foundation of endless forests,

Deep roots,

tall branches,

rich fruit,

Homes for birds and crawly things,

Each with its own Heart,

Singing & listening,

An eternal harmony,

The music beyond words,

Lost and found in each moment.

Listen and hear the poetry.

Close your eyes and Be.

A universe calls you,

Simply, quietly, beautifully…

It is in love that the heart listens,

Hearing precious, perfect whispers,

The sounds of Genesis & beyond.

One clap, two clap, three clap, forty?

By clapping more or less, you can signal to us which stories really stand out.