Oh my Loves, beloveds, myself, all,
hear me not?
I am here.
Listen. I am the babbling brook
speaking to you with my voice of softness.
I am the mother's whisper
The robin's song.
Hear me in the boughs of the tree
The wind in your breath.
Oh lovers of myself, my beloveds all of me I see.
See me in the sunset.
Look at me in your heart
the sun, the moon, the sky, yourself;
For you are part of me also,
so speak and hear. Listen to yourself.
Smell me in the flower's scent.
Touch my hair as the new grass flowing.
Lift your arms and heart
as I lift my branches
covering you with goodness.
Hear the crackle of my voice in the fire;
The friendship and caring of soul in your voice;
and love me as I love you always.
Come, come, I call.
Listen.
Tune yourself.
Hear my loves.
Awake.