Why I Sing


I am a tiny drop

tingling with the sea.

The silence of God is my soul,

therefor I sing.

My calendar is empty,

I only have time

to meet with fools.

Crashing head-on

into busy people,

I'm sure they're all traveling

the wrong way.

Friend, chanting Om

is too stuffy.

Let's just hum like bees.

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