Verdant words tumbling from the sky
     like sunbeams.
Dancing on budding tree tops,
     they push through fences and gates
     into the neighbor’s waiting yard
along melodious pathways of intent.

In between, wordless gaps sparkle
     and light up our painted universe
     –sure counterpoints to the feeble filaments
     that string together Heaven and Earth
     in a necklace of tenuous meanings.

Like feathered clouds shaking hands
     across the firmament,
     our drifting thoughts rise skyward:
     kites trailing the colorful tail
     of a thousand untold lives.

George Feuerstein.


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