It is the blade of grass, The rising sun, The dew-dropped dawn That calls me to the day. Every moment bursts and transforms Then will I just be. Here and now. The echoes are my silence. I am every sound.
- Carl Sandburg
It is the blade of grass, The rising sun, The dew-dropped dawn That calls me to the day. Every moment bursts and transforms Then will I just be. Here and now. The echoes are my silence. I am every sound.