We have forgotten
How to listen
To the still small voice
Of the World,
Still and small because
We can hardly hear now.
Once we prayed to IT
Buddha called IT
The roaring silence
Because it rings
For a few, a very few.
The Chinese Ancients called IT
Tao: that which exists
Of Itself from the beginning.
To sense this
Is to be alive,
To be touched by IT
Is genius,
To reflect IT
Is art.