How does it happen? How do we mute the song sung into our hearts from eternity and plug into a mindless drone? How do we give up the dance to fall into line with shadows in a lifeless trudge?
But some would turn back...
perhaps it's a fresh breeze...
...the call of a bird...
...the laughter of a child...
....the song of iridescent wildflowers
alone in a barren expanse
............or the stillness of silence...
Mindlessness morphs into presence...
that compels us to step out of line...
... and return to the song...
...............to the dance.
How does it happen? How do we mute the song sung into our hearts from eternity and plug into a mindless drone? How do we give up the dance to fall into line with shadows in a lifeless trudge?
