Communion
There is a sudden quiet.
Perspective of hearing changes.
A bee drones more loudly
than a passing plane,
and the breath echoes the wind
rustling amongst green leaves
whose dappled light and shade
dances around us,
a living camouflage.
Thrum of bird wings
makes attention follow flight
into nearby bushes,
as territory disturbed by our presence
is loudly re-acclaimed.
We trespass on the solitude of Nature,
but in so doing, Universes converge;
All are One.
There is a sudden quiet.
Perspective of hearing changes.
A bee drones more loudly
than a passing plane,
and the breath echoes the wind
rustling amongst green leaves
whose dappled light and shade
dances around us,
a living camouflage.
Thrum of bird wings
makes attention follow flight
into nearby bushes,
as territory disturbed by our presence
is loudly re-acclaimed.
We trespass on the solitude of Nature,
but in so doing, Universes converge;
All are One.

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