Natural's Call Poem by Philo Yan

Amidst the wide storm
Churning illusions
In swirls of confusion
Love silenced them all.

Be still and be nothing
Be open inviting
And let your heart touch
the other heart sings.
And let their heart move
to pluck at your strings......

Harmony peace
lifts weary and worn
and sew what is torn
with gold threads, reborn.

A white turtle dove
A drop of pure Love
expands into oceans
of many more drops.

Misguided notions
of circling crops
A magical motion
of crumbling wall
reveals the emotions
of natural's call.