The ancient peace of nature
Whispers in the oak and sighs in the grasses
Writing on the wind
Intoxicated of white sun tides
Its breath beyond
The melancholy of time
Life in its simplicity and innocence
With a language of its own
Amidst fresh mornings
Of rainbow jewels
To evenings of starry infinity
In seamless, inescapable beauty
An anonymous gate
To know how tightly it is locked
Undisturbed in its solitude
That audible silence
Listened to inwardly
Away from the noise of the world
And its transient moods
Where the whole of the universe is like a single sense
That would cultivate reverence for all life
And where nothing need be done
To see things as they are in themselves
Beyond all that mortal perishing can create
As everything leads back to the wholeness of existence
Transcendent majesty where all of the universe is a subtle temple
And every leaf shines with the light of God
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