Sounds, games and light,
all three awash in great tenderness.
Grandeur, enchantment, beauty,
love overflowing, impossible to contain.
A bird’s song, amazement,
the cricket’s chirping, sheer rapture.
Nature enters us with all her grace.
We are part of her as she is part of us.
Moments mingle and merge in eternal delight and bliss.
We are all of this and much more.
The current of love unfurls.
Let it be,
immense and gentle,
in our hearts, in our cells.
We cannot stop, clutch or contain it.
The current of love is always there,
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