To behold the innermost secrets
\nof what is to become.
\nWatch life sleep and burst
\nfrom its bed
\nlike a bell tolling
\ninto the distance.
\nTo see every leaf that will open
\nits scroll after the barrenness of winter.
\nTo listen to the voice
\npronouncing words every day of its life.
\nTo hear songs
\nunder the window of the sky.
\nWhen we are alive,
\nto know it.<\/p>\n
When we hear rain
\nto feel the quenching of the earth.
\nTo look into the windows of the street
\nand see life passing,
\npeople, moods of day and night,
\nseasons,
\nlighting of storms etched on their surface.
\nTo see what has been and will become
\nthe here and now,
\nthen sleep and return to the inner dream
\nof everything.
\nA smile on the page of nothing.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
To behold the innermost secrets of what is to become. Watch life sleep and burst from its bed like a bell tolling into the distance.…<\/p>\n