Summer’s Song, Symphony

“I want to sing like the birds sing, not worrying about who hears or what they think.”― Rumi

Warm Summer Sun
by Mark Twain

Warm summer sun,
Shine kindly here.
Warm southern wind,
Blow softly here.
Green sod above,
Lie light, lie light.
Good night, dear heart,
Good night, good night.

Lute and drum
Silence and song
Summer sun
Soft breeze
Summer, a string of Sundays
Sabbath rest carried through the week
Full bloom
Brilliant color
Slowing, seeing, savoring
Holy sacred ground
Surrender. Yield. Dance.

A day of Silence
Can be a pilgrimage in itself.

A day of Silence
Can help you listen
To the Soul play
Its marvelous lute and drum.

Is not most talking
A crazed defense of a crumbling fort?

I thought we came here
To surrender in Silence,

To yield to Light and Happiness,

To Dance within,
In celebration of Love’s Victory”― Hafez, I Heard God Laughing: Poems of Hope and Joy