It sounds like the wind blowing in trees
The soft rustle of branches, the whisper of leaves
It feels soft like cotton. Still it’s strong
It’s felt on the back, the face, the arms
It smells so sweet, like the flowers of spring
A fragrance of kindness, a pure loving
It looks like the sun, the brightest light
There’s no wrong in it, only right
It tastes like home and goes down smooth
When on the inside it stirs up. It moves!
That, that is heard, tasted, felt, smelt and seen,
is the presence of God, the Divine and Supreme!
Copyright 1996 AMLW