he makes the world more beautiful
Here is the song I sing, which makes the world more beautiful. The poem that’s written without words. The joyful dance of sight and soul. The heart opening into Love, becoming One with life’s vast ocean. The mind, in awe, is reverent, and out of the stillness grows an exquisite peace with all that is, all that was, and all that will ever be. All is well with the world, all is right where it should be. Here is the way I have mended what’s tattered. This is my vision, to knit myself whole.