The Pulse of God - Mira
The Pulse of God The limbs of a tree reached down and lifted me, Thinking I was its child And in the meadows my spirit becomes so quiet that if I put my cheek against the earth's body I feel the pulse of God. "Tell me the way you do that, birds-- enter the private chambers of my Lord." And they all sang, they just sang. I gathered it was time to become a musician, and I did. Years passed, and the sky reached down one day and lifted me; the birds noticed and spoke, "How do you enter the Sun like... Sign in to see full entry.