Awakening to the Universe’s Song

Hidden from sight, 

The bird shared its song.

Melody of wonderment,

Melody of presence,

Delight sharing

in Sound alone. 

I couldnt see (the bird)

It was only heard.

Presence hidden,

Shrouded,

Behind the greenery of a summer filled tree

Hiding itself,

Came natures voice.

I wanted to see, I wanted to know

What is your ID, tiny bird?

I wanted to have my eyes meet with yours

and yet…

Thats not what was required.

That was not the gift you had for me

You wanted me to pay attention.

Not to a notebook full of bird names,

But to the voice of the universe,

Talking to me.

Sharing your song.

Loving me with melody.

Gracing me with glory.

Beauty sounding from the tree

For my soul to hear

To pay attention.

To revere.

To rest in.

The melody,

Allowing the sound to awaken. 

Allowing soul sounds to echo deep within,

To penetrate through digital and emotional noise.

A gift of deep universe harmony,

Awaken my soul ears,

To the tunes of the free love.

So often truth is hidden,

So often truth is drowned out,

So often soul stirring is forgotten,

Buried under lists and targets and competition.

Yet, from the deep of the tree, calls a truth so free,

Requiring nothing but opening,

Nothing but awareness,

Nothing but diligence to open the space.

Trust in deeper Truth.

That hides, shrouded, inviting, waiting.

Calling literally from the divine melody

Listen to the birds.

Listen to their wonder

Listen to their purity.

Listen to their joy.

And find all these already within.