Early Morning Walk Poem by David Taylor

The sunlight and clouds played
now you see it, now you don't
with the sense of being.
The road now empty of life;
quiet stillness calling,
louder than the birdsong
from high above.

Then as the air brightened,
all filled to brimming
with the invisible, undividable,
undeniable source.
The fragrant Earth filled
with liquid love.

A world revealed
where footsteps cannot reach
the source of that
which gives each man
the power to seek.
All dances to the word
which no one speaks.