Hush, listen

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Wait, listen. Hush, listen
Its in the wind. listen closely
When the birds sing listen
As the waves come crashing listen
The owl hoots in the dark, listen
Open your ears and listen a while
Mystery comes undone in them
The small and silent are books
Read the sounds and understand
Tap into the ether and learn
For the birds are wiser than Solomon
Listen to the songs they sing
The songs of joy and songs of fear
Watch for when they fly and whence
For in that lies the key to survival
Beg the little ant to give speech
Beg him for the secrets to all
The cockroach was at the beginning
At the creation of matter and time
The fish has been to the very depths
He has seen the most unseen
At the place where the sun cant shine
Listen when the water is still
The subtle ripples will take it to you
Look to the east when the sun rises
Follow its path across the sky west
Look keenly and learn to live
Listen, hush, listen my brother
Eavesdrop into the raindrop as it falls
Peek into the message for you sister
Fall back from the noise and fear
Run into the woods and seek sanctuary
Close your eyes and open your ears
Free your third eye to see what is not
Free your mind and fall deep within
Hush, listen. Wait, wait. Just listen

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