Suppose God’s voice,
the song of the planet,
is well beyond your mere words
and small means of personality,
of your economics, of your politics,
of your culture.
Hear the song of the cicadas
in the colors of the sunset,
the wind lightly rippling the water’s surface,
the drums beating in the park,
the dog wanting your love.
In all the moments
and sensations of this evening,
The mirror surface, now, on the pond
reflects all the sky and evening trees,
An Indian man turns and says, “Hello”
Are you listening to this song
calling you to this dance of the Earth?