The sunlight and clouds played <br />now you see it, now you don't <br />with the sense of being. <br />The road now empty of life; <br />quiet stillness calling, <br />louder than the birdsong <br />from high above. <br /> <br />Then as the air brightened, <br />all filled to brimming <br />with the invisible, undividable, <br />undeniable source. <br />The fragrant Earth filled <br />with liquid love. <br /> <br />A world revealed <br />where footsteps cannot reach <br />the source of that <br />which gives each man <br />the power to seek. <br />All dances to the word <br />which no one speaks.<br /><br />David Taylor<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/early-morning-walk-3/
