Читать книгу The Window Song - Laurence Nalick David - Страница 5

Without a spiritual seed

the body is like a bare tree.

The soul is a part of God

that blooms in every man’s garden.

Prepare the soil,

but let God plant the seeds.

The spiritual seeds that come to fruition

stem from your meditation.

The seeds we take for granted

have yet to be planted.

The rose half-opened

hides the strongest scent.

Thunder claps its hands

and down come the rains.

A pure spirit hides behind

a wall of clear water.

Winding down a river road

nothing can stop the inevitable flood.

The raging river forms

a natural wall of sound.

Surrender to a river prayer

when its spirit pulls you under.

Ride out each new current

until all the ripples settle.

The soul stands alone in prayer,

like a pool of still water.

Imagine a riverbed

to put the flood to rest.

A fallen spirit is the fountain

that springs from the earth.

In time the sea will receive

the frozen spring.

Love is an ocean,

but we must drink from the fountain.

The sky and the sea

are part of the same blue dream.

A river prayer is realized

when love and nature coincide.

Heaven can make a body of water

spill over into the soul.

The Spirit leads you

to follow the course of nature.

Man’s natural image reflects

back to the instinctual.

Instinct may lead you to a place

that’s contrary to reason.

Instinct gives no thought

to good and evil.

A primitive spirit’s only desire

is to conquer nature.

Man would be pure

if he could cure the heart of nature.

Nature possesses the hope

that what God has created will praise Him.

We can see nature

as our mirror.

Nature is screaming

for you to be silent.

Is there enough hidden truth

to be found anymore in nature?