'The Art of the Way' - (An Anonymous Submission)
From the hollows of the forest came a sound.
A voice so melodious, echoing,
Calling to love. Yet nought but silence remained.
The voice sang louder, longer, begging,
But love stayed chained.
Dismayed, the voice too grew silent
All was blindness to the outer eye
All was mute to the external ears
All was non existent
In life’s abyss of tears
Then in the very moment of relinquishing,
Came the ‘art of the way.’
The inner voice spoke, the inner ear heard
And the inner eye saw what had always been there.
The heart sang and the joy of love stirred.