I need not become a bird,
flying up to heaven
in search of the scent of You.
Nor must I become a fish
diving into the depths of ocean
hoping for a taste of the Divine.
That Reality lives:
not just below the whisper of a fin,
or above the caress of a wing,
but in every heart that beats;
in every seed that dares to put out roots.
No need to look elsewhere:
You are always here,
floating on the waves and wind
like light,
piercing the sky, the ocean, the night --
and my heart --
with the sweet pure music of love.
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