In the woods, listen
beneath highway sounds
and planes overhead
to the gentle murmuring of the brook.
Sometimes it takes a while,
like letting your eyes get used to the dark,
to hear what else is there,
to the song of the brook
and the silence beneath the song.
Out of the woods it’s harder,
the noise more complicated, insistent, wordy.
But the song that created the world, and you,
still hums, threading through every moment.
It’s where your life makes harmony
with the universe. It’s your part.
Your greatest quest is not to go and find,
but to stop and listen.
Beneath everything
there is music
you were born to sing.
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Steve Garnaas-Holmes
Unfolding Light
www.unfoldinglight.net
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