Her wordless Sermon

Under shade, by the shimmering sun flake lake,

Where the weeping willows shake,

Long stem grasses swish and swirl,

Scattering pollen, throughout their world.

The perfumed breeze, flowers dancing to the hum of bees,

I am the stillness here, I am the mirror pool, the glassy jewel,

Serenaded by the music of the birds and bees,

the tinkling brook upon stone keys,

 applauded by the rustling leaves.

An overture, spontaneous perfect score,

Witness of her own deity, her self all grace adore

The spirits breath gives life to birth,

Saturated in law divine, this earth.

Transparent eyes, transparent thought,

Reflecting knowledge never taught,

Be still, she says you born of me,

We born of all, all born of thee

The physical body of infinite intelligence,

Is born of Spirit, each particle in relevance.