If we listen to the hum of the world, the bees, the children, the water, 
the wind,the drums, the wings of the moths, the pads of the pet paws, 
the silence in the noise.

If we get real quiet and hear the rhythms of the earth, 
we will hear that it is the same as the rhythms of our heart. 

The cars that flow through the highways and 
byways are the blood that flows through our veins. 

The oceans that cover so much of the globe that churn, 
and flow, and nurture life we don’t even know, that is our skin.

The backroads and mountains and crevices and peaks are 
etched in our fingerprints, in our crows feet, elevens, and laugh lines.

The light of the noon day sun radiates in our eyes. 

As the bottoms of our feet touch the dirt, if we feel, 
if we really feel the truth runs through us. 

As above, so below, as within, so without. 

The truth is, life, lived life, is magnificent.