/November sun gleams near the horizon.
/Jay preens her azure wing.
/Earthworm noses deeper into the root bed.
/What remains but worship?
/Surrender this morning. Forsake slumber.
/O great and non-existing God,
/Thou wraith of wind, without substance,
/O silent voice that whispers everything,
/Outside time, outside space, inside all,
/Small, shrinking, my heart in shambles,
/I know nothing but you.
/Everywhere I look,
/I find nothing but you.
/Each star and creature
/Trembles with your sweet immortal poetry.
/To listen is to awaken.
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