The dawn is near,
The sun is here.
I want to rest some more.
The soul says:
“Love.
Love it more.”
* * * * *
I rise in bed,
Say not to fret,
And go up to the door.
The soul says:
“Love.
Love it more.”
* * * * *
The meal to cook.
The dish to wash.
The same old ways once more.
The soul says:
“Love.
Love it more.”
* * * * *
I walk in park,
Hear dogs that bark.
I’ve seen this days ago.
The soul says:
“Love.
Love it more.”
* * * * *
Why am I here?
What is this life?
I came to live the full rich tone.
The soul says:
“Love.
Love it more.”
* * * * *
How can I see
The same old day
In ways with a new tint to play?
The soul says:
“Love.
Love it more.”
* * * * *
Like rain lily —
All the same,
And yet the look is new in rain.
The soul says:
“Love.
Love it more.”
* * * * *
The lily was.
The lily is.
It knows it’s what it’s here for.
It knows it’s all it’s here for.
The soul says:
“Love.
Love it all more.”
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
About the Creator
Oksana Z.
Everything speaks. I love conveying the amazing things that transpire. The profoundly simple is often simply profound, and it is my joy to vocalize and share on.
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