I feel you,
in a warm gentle breeze.
In the rustling of tall trees.
I see you,
in the bird soaring high,
graced by soft white clouds.
I smell you,
in the healing scent of lavender,
and the soil of dawn.
I sense you, in this form,
a pulsating, moving, dancing thing.
An intoxicating golden drink.
You say to me,
a message for your brethren,
who live to suffer.
Say to them.
Love, Learn, and become Peace.
That is all there is to 'Be.'
'If,' they wish for release,
Make each breath
a reminder of Me.
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