There is this thing, I would like,
to share with you, my little one.
If ever you may wonder, as how is it,
that the different hues in the skies,
manifests in diverse ways,
and yet it appears as one.
The webbing in the web of existence,
are all distinct, yet the web,
has no meaning without them,
as they have no meaning, without it.
Every thing my little one is linked,
to every other thing.
I am in you as much as,
you are in me.
Every one is in you as much as,
you are in everyone.
You my little one, are young, in the body.
You are the morning dew,
from the night that nurtured you.
You are the flapping wings,
filled with new energy.
You are the changing colours,
in the age old canopy.
You are the fresh notes in the song,
that is older than time.
You are the stream that gushes forth,
from the deepest reservoirs.
You are me, as much as I am you.
The setting sun never demise.
The rising sun never fossilise.
You move, as you must
like a kite,
You may feel in all exhilaration,
of the gushing winds, the highest flights,
the invisible thread,
that connects you, me and everyone,
Dismay not for a moment,
for the thread is never a restrain.
The thread is a path, that you can take,
when you weary.
The thread is a reassurance, that you,
are never forsaken.
The thread is a support,
that will stay with you,
in your high’s,
and your low’s.
It is this thread, that you must perceive,
and your every exhilaration, will find ecstacy,
your every remorse, will find reassurance.
You will then feel me always, my little one,
and fly higher and higher,
when you may reach, above the winds of change,
when you may touch,the serene and see in clarity,
when you may hear, the whisper of silence.
You will then see that you were never alone,
and every one and everything is in you.
Even if you do not perceive,
what I have now said to you,
worry not, for the nights will hatch,
you into another dew,
the wings will be replaced,
with renewed vigour,
and you will fly, on and on,
through the eternities dawn.