Photo by Deborah Eisenbach-Budner
The first time I heard the voice of the Infinite One
I thought it was a mountain falling.
I thought it was a mountain falling.
Then I learned to listen
to weeds scraping against sand
to leaf-rustles and hummingbird wings
to far-off howls and morning birdsong
to the wails of infants
and the newly bereaved.
to weeds scraping against sand
to leaf-rustles and hummingbird wings
to far-off howls and morning birdsong
to the wails of infants
and the newly bereaved.
These informed me:
all is change,
nothing is forever
there will never be time enough
to hear the Divine so clearly
each time you speak.
all is change,
nothing is forever
there will never be time enough
to hear the Divine so clearly
each time you speak.
