Tuesday, August 4, 2020

Ed Crowley - Mother Earth’s language of Love.




I was pondering recently
about all the work that
has been needed ...

To translate the various
sacred literatures from
sources and cultures
of all different beliefs...

Around the entire world,
since words were first
recorded, in the most
ancient of all
languages...

So we may understand,
the beauty of these
experiences, told in
all these strange
tongues...

I have some news for all
those scribes and the
translators throughout
the centuries...

They needed not ink,
nor pen or any paper
at all...

No, they should have just
felt winter, spring, summer
and fall...

They only needed to listen,
to the sweet sound of
the rain...

Marvel, as the ocean tides,
rise and fall, again
and again...

Feel the joy of watching
the sun, rise and set...

Observe the moons crescent
grow, even fuller, still yet...

Simply, taste snow, floating
down from the sky...

Gaze at a snowflake, up
close with your eye...

Run through the sand, on
the beach, on a clear
starry night...

Watch the beauty, of the
mystical Butterfly,
softly alight...

None of these need
any translation, no,
it’s not even a
close call...

Behold, they already
speak purely, the most
beautiful language
of all...

It comes from within,
below and above...

It’s Mother Earth’s,
very own,
language of Love...






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