Eyes of the Universe

Everything is mine,and nothing belongs to me.

So the Lord speaks through the whispering forest of these leaves,through the sound of a bird in its nest,gathering its own small kingdom.

Through a droplet slidingfrom the acacia blossom,to nourish a seedfallen from the tree.

Through the caterpillar hurrying on,so that by morningits body may be transformed.

Through the reflection of the skyin the quiet river,and through the murmuring water,a gentle wavesoftly drifting away.

Through the sun’s rays breakingupon the surface of the water,carrying greetingsto distant shores.

Here is a flower bending down,touching the waterwith its petal.

Such is the whole worldin the river’s peaceful dawn;the coming storm is unseenby the eyesthat guard the beauty of the universe.