- Dec 14 7:24 AMSilence.
Like the weight of many millennia,
All consuming and final.
Time and deeds are robbed of their colour, and
Plunged into nothingness.
But hark at The Flute!
It's hum is waking the universe,
Trilling dawn into perfect existence
And casting beauty gold on a
Sounding softly, softly.
Celestial music kindling hearts and
Championing the skies, which never end,
blue, blue, blue, never to end.
And watch the great hand, the great player,
Deftly pour light through The Flute;
Pour it into the land.
Vibrating joyfully, shouting to the oceans blue to hear the song.
As it charters infinity's timeless dance.
Enter into the measureless ebb and flow
That is the breath of the tiniest creature
Feel it bind you with it's golden cord.
Let it lead you to the piper,
The Hand that plays The Flute.
Watch it smash the doubt that threatens to freeze your heart.
See it conquer the barren landscape inside you.
Feel it pour its balm of sweetness into your very being.
And hark in ecstasy;
Existence thrills to hear Him play The Flute.
- Julie :)