Another Kind of Miracle

There are those who promote
The miracles of history
The parting of the waters
The healing of the sick
The raising from the dead
And yet there is another
That which is within.
The miracle of seeing life
In a different way.
Seeing the connectedness
Instead of the separateness
Seeing the love and kindness
Instead of dark intent
Assuming the best
Instead of the worst
Seeing the beauty
Instead of the beast
Another kind of miracle
The change of heart.

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The Songbird In My Heart

It was in the early sunshine,
That the dogs and I
Walking in quiet stillness
Listening from deep within
To the sounds close by, heard
First the crickets and the frogs,
Then the songbirds calls,
Then the rustling of the leaves
All singing their songs
Not in any sequence, but all
At once, in each moment
An orchestra without conductor
It seemed, these songs
Had arisen from our heart.
We smiled, together as one
Awestruck by the magnificence
In wordless appreciation
Of the aliveness we felt
In that single, perfect moment.

Only

Deep within your heart
There is no hate or spite
There is no evil or desire
There is no prejudice or envy
There is no pain or suffering
There is only peace
In your heart.