Will you listen with me,
to the gusting breeze
dashing over hawthorn bushes.
To sea-smacks on the rocks below the cliff.
To the hum of engines trawling the mist
like a lost soul.
Like string beads on wire,
a series of thoughts distract oneself from the present.
To the outer world, it may seem you are in a daydream,
but the wisdom of the heart,
in a fusion of warmth that brings to life one’s sleeping soul,
finds itself in the depths of a wild wood of creativity and enlightenment,
and in the clear space of brilliance, science and love are the same thing,
brought together in the genius of God.