The Window Song. Laurence Nalick David

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      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?