Even when stars do not reach the eye in twinkle, know that they await in silence for the darkness to swallow the sun, before exploding into a billion
tiny lanterns across the sky & in awaiting their splendour, sing the songs of
Love for there is none of more greatness...
Even when thick fog looms, choking the air and dimming nature's beauty,
make space for the sun in the home of your heart & in awaiting the mist to
lift, sing together with the sun the songs of Light, for there is none of more
greatness...
Even as the hungry predator swoops down on his prey, walk not in bare
fields but seek to safe shelters & in awaiting eagles that prowl high above,
to evacuate the sky's territory, sing the songs of Peace for there is none of
more greatness...
Even at sunset when flowers fold their petals in bidding goodnight, look to
morning with colours in your heart & in awaiting slumber, sing the songs
of colourful Dream for there is none of more greatness...
Even at harvest when fields are dry & bare of crop to reap, look up to the
heavens and plead for the clouds to burst open their 'heart' & in awaiting
the rain, sing the songs of Hope for there is none of more greatness...
Even when forced to preach in tongues of others, fear not be thyself and
stand your ground, speak out only that of the heart, keep dark shadows at
bay & sing the songs of Truth for there is none of more greatness...
'Let man return to source & reconcile with greatness'
- Wajia-Patricia Bühl
