The Conversation of the World
in the distance
it speaks to me
The bright surface of the moon
up in there
it sings to me
I am joining the conversation of the world
and thus I partake in the story of life
The fuzzy edge of the forest
in the morning mist
it calls me in
The hushing voice of the torrent
down the valley
it whispers to me
I am moving with the dance of existence
I am now enmeshed in the tangle of the all
The muffled voice of the clear air
all around me
it makes me whole
For I am now a thread
in the conversation of the world