This letter is from one of my friends in Costa Rica I had an inner inquiry with...
In silence this poem came:
There is a song beyond words
Unknowned by the mind
So intimate and alive
So empty and yet... Full of divine music
Unknowned by the mind
So intimate and alive
So empty and yet... Full of divine music
There is song always present
No one to hear its tunes
But the symphony keeps playing
While the soul dances the moon
No one to hear its tunes
But the symphony keeps playing
While the soul dances the moon
There is a song of stillness
In a pentagram of silence
And the drops keeps falling
Like green notes in the forest
In a pentagram of silence
And the drops keeps falling
Like green notes in the forest
Endless gratitude and love dearest