My friend, music is
The language of the spirits
When birds sing, do they call to the flowers
Or do they call, to the trees, or to the streams?
For man in his understanding, cannot know
What the bird is saying
Nor what the stream is murmuring
When the ocean
Waves crash upon the shore
Can man in his understanding know
What the rain
What the breeze
What the flowers know?
Man in his understanding
Cannot know
What the bird is saying
Nor what the stream is murmuring
In your depths
We deposit all our hearts
All our soul
The spirits taught us to see with our ears
And to hear with our hearts
The spirits taught us well
Words by Mark from “Cactus Farming At The Ends Of The Earth” first published by Miracle Grow 2001.
