I sing the tune without notes,
life, air, water, love and hate.
Urgent laughter, birds and boats,
indrawn breath which all await.
Star birth and truth glowing,
shadows contrast, seeds scatter,
wafting aloft; a river flowing,
small feet, rain go pitter-patter.
Glorious crescendo in minor key
within, without, all together.
Alone, contained, a stormy sea.
Clement like a stone or feather.
Racing, dancing, quacking, barking,
fading, bursting across the skies.
As serious as death or larking,
triumphs, losses, all the tries,
repeated in infinite variation.
Our song of universal being
composed in constant expectation,
to anticipate our seeing
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