When the Trees Sing

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, "Gloria Lee" <glee@c...> wrote:

 

When the Trees Sing

 

When the trees sing,

It doesn't really matter

If you know the song,

Or if you know the words,

Or even if you know the tune.

What really matters is knowing

That the trees are singing at all.

 

 

Mattie - 5/6/98

 

 

))) When the trees sing,

you are the subject of their song.

It doesn't really matter

if you know this,

to the trees.

They know

you are the song,

in the same way

you may or

may not hear them

singing.

 

In any case,

there is singing.

 

This really doesn't matter,

in the same way

tonight's new moon

doesn't matter

to the sky.

 

This singing never ends --

it is the sky,

singing as

trees,

 

alight with dragonflies,

swarming this heart.

 

 

LoveAlways,

 

b

[Guest guest]

Looking for some good lyrics this night,

I got a bit disappointed.

Here is one, written by somone I know : )

Dragonfly

I will never let you downI will always be aroundIn the time we are

hereWe'll see love disappearDon't ask how, don't ask whyJust fly,

dragonflyJust fly, dragonflyI will never bring you downI will always

stick aroundI will heat you when you're cold In the time we have

leftWe'll raise eyes to the skyDon't ask how, don't ask why Just fly

dragonflyJust fly, dragonflyDon't ask how, don't ask why Just fly

dragonflyJust fly, dragonflyWords / music: Magne Furuholmen

Against the grey rock,

you can't see the color of the dragonflys wings.

-

hrtbeat7

Thursday, September 12, 2002 7:08 AM

Re: When the Trees Sing

, "Gloria Lee" <glee@c...> wrote:When the

Trees SingWhen the trees sing,It doesn't really matterIf you know the

song,Or if you know the words,Or even if you know the tune.What really

matters is knowingThat the trees are singing at all.Mattie - 5/6/98)))

When the trees sing,you are the subject of their song.It doesn't

really matter if you know this,to the trees.They knowyou are the

song,in the same way you may or may not hear them singing.In any

case,there is singing.This really doesn't matter,in the same way

tonight's new moondoesn't matterto the sky.This singing never ends

--it is the sky,singing astrees,alight with dragonflies,swarming this

heart.LoveAlways,b

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somewhere. No path goes nowhere. Paths, places, sights, perceptions,

and indeed all experiences arise from and exist in and subside back

into the Space of Awareness. Like waves rising are not different than

the ocean, all things arising from Awareness are of the nature of

Awareness. Awareness does not come and go but is always Present. It

is Home. Home is where the Heart Is. Jnanis know the Heart to be the

Finality of Eternal Being. A true devotee relishes in the Truth of

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