The flute plays

The flute plays.
The melody strums.
The cosmos resonates.
The ecosystem rejoices.
The vibrations stir.
The souls move.
Even the stones.
Out of sheer love.
The flute plays.
The flautist smiles.
A dazzling, radiant smile.
On a dazzling, radiant face.
Smug. Satisfied.
The pawns are dancing.
His will. His way.
Such is the control of love.
The flute plays.
That holed hollow bamboo.
Blessed by His touch.
And the rhythm sustains the universe.
Fast here. Slow there. High now. Low again.
The flute plays.
My faith stays.
Sincere. Sure. Strong..
The flute plays.
The silence speaks.
Loud and clear.
Om.

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