The place for all.

When the bird sings, the dog barks, the person talks. When the winds whistle, the storm shouts in anger. A space between the noise and the beat of the heart. Between you and me where it goes far into deeper Nature…

“Heaven is under our feet as well as over our heads.” ~ Henry David Thoreau; American essayist, poet, philosopher, abolitionist, naturalist, tax resister, development critic, surveyor, and historian.

“He who is kind to animals heaven will protect.” ~ Buddha.

The place for all

Beyond wild thoughts and ignorant beliefs,
Beyond all your petty misconducts and mental illnesses,
There is a greater field of cosmic understanding
Which resonates beyond our Heaven and Hell.
This place knows not of birth and death,
This place is the silence of Creation itself,
This place is where we shall meet without barriers.
When the bird sings, the dog barks, the person talks.
When the winds whistle, the storm shouts in anger.
A space between the noise and the beat of the heart.
Between you and me where it goes far into deeper Nature.
Sunrise and Sunset live in this Conscious substance,
They carry the whispers of our immortality,
Where we become one and thought does not perturb,
Where you and I do not exist and where peace unites us all.
Springs the illusion of Heaven and Hell, of a dual existence,
Where there is only sleep and no one sees but dreams.
This is the abyss of difference as the wars rise.
You must wake up, see the horizon as beautiful as I see,
That beauty is the only constant, and we are in this together.