Everything in this world
is a message from that one.
And where is that world?
Deep inside your chest.
The song of the towhee.
The very slow pulse
of ancient stones.
How the wings of a hummingbird
churn this blinding sunbeam
into billions of love atoms.
When you breathe in,
breathe the Beloved.
When you breathe out,
breathe forests, meadows,
mountains, clouds.
Is it not your duty
to create a new earth
from infinitesimal sparks
of bewilderment?
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