There is a river that runs
Just below the surface of our everyday focus,
Where the forest mushrooms chant praises to Gaia
Across a luminous network of Love,
And Monarchs find their way south
Without compass or protection.
Where bees dance in sacred geometry,
And whales chant the names of god
in ways that only our hearts can recognize.
Whenever you feel lost or alone,
Be still for just a moment,
And listen.
Listen underneath...
Listen to the Song that Love is singing.
(Image - Evening Song Joe Gilronan))
