whats that sound? It means its time to go zen....
The cold wind holds the shaking branches and my skin... Pouring over us in waves...
The trees and we are at one... We belong to the same Creator... Happy to be with u, brother tree... See how u climb like cauliflower from the Earth... See what r ur goals... Just to drink water and suck nutrients from the clammy Earth... The Sun is ur heart, beating life into u in waves... Take us up into ur gale, cold breeze... Let our Souls unite.... Hear the cymbals and the chanting tibetan gyuto monks... Harken to the breathing life of the universe... We r all conneCted... See the mouse as it toils for cheese, the ants as they bear their crumbs... The soldiers lay down their rockets and embrace the Earth... The violent storm comes and destroys all in its path... Who will blame what for the power of the elementals as they whirl through the land, unplugging everything... The living souls are scattered from their homes... And rise toward Heaven dead and freed from their bodies...
The things of the world become insignificant... The sun sets, the moon rises and is cold and still... Sleep and enter fantasy land... Ploopsie is everywhere
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