THE VOICES

The language of the singing brook echoes many tongues,

Through rivers, canyons to the sea, its rhythmic voice has rung.

It resonates in thunder clouds, its lyrics ride the waves,

To fly the skyways back to land, and rocks and hills engrave.

Through cataracts and dashing falls and moistened soil and sands,

It leaps the rapids, climbs the waves to vaporize or land.

In ever changing forms to spread lush beauty through the earth,

To blend with sun and soil to bring all living things new birth.

We looked upon the flowing stream, its art in silhouette,

Embossed upon the water's face, life's words of wisdom set.

Of longing for a daughter or son whose bonds must break away.

The burning path of life's desires, they hurry to survey.

Each concentrating on a goal or looking for a way,

And hastening to the waterfalls, the river, sea and spray.

Lamenting, laughing voices sound, with pleasure, joy and pain,

A spring, a rain, a thunderstorm to flow anew again.

The voices all blend into one, the music of life's stream,

To merge and find in unity, a harmony serene.

Surrender to the sea of life, compassion has begun,

No more to fight with destiny, true wisdom's voice is one,

That tunes to all who ride life's breeze o'er ocean's depths of time,

Transferring energies as foam that caps each wave to climb.

On ocean's furrowed face to sit, an instant poised in flight.

Traversing chasms to crest again and leap toward the heights.

And on this sweeping journey give new strength to life within,

And from each valley climb the peak, renewed to start again.

In ever changing waves to spread great beauty through the earth,

To blend compassion, love and trust that brings all life new birth.