Let your Practices be your Guide. Praise and Breathing gives your Stride. Leave your worries at the door. Start to Sing with every Chore. Sing the Food. Sing the Mother. Sing the Sisters and the Brothers. Sing the Lover's Praise. Sing the Beloved's Gaze. Sing the Flowers. Sing the Bees. Sing the Stars. Sing the Trees. Sing the Oceans. Sing through the Eyes that are most True, holding the Contours of the Sea that is You. For they all are the Prayers of True reality, and the Prayers come in Infinite forms and we are its Seeds for them to be Born.

 

Thoreau & Kerouac knew. Mother Theresa & Gandhi too. Robin Williams for he always Road the Bike.

Carlin telling us, "Wake Up or take a hike!" Gilligan and the Skipper with their brilliant Color scheme.

Steven Martin saying, “Vagina!!!” to 9 million on Letterman's scene. John Belushi out Dancing us all.

My brothers Agim & Azim, both Stronger than a Bull.

And Mom and Dad who Truly knew, the Truest Love, making One out of Two.

For this is the Magic formula that is Harmonious with Life.

And when we Sing it like the "Birds" so honestly do, there is no more strife.

 

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The sound of Mother Earth recorded by a NASA probe. For the birds know the music of the Mother so very, very well, as there is not a day that goes by that they do not ardently, eagerly, & ecstatically echo it.