Before anything else, there was

something else;

and before that,

more.

Now there is a rose,

a grasshopper, a cloud,

and a baby sucking her thumb.

Before those things there was

something else

and before that,

much more.

Things rise, toward the unity

of all things-

have you noticed?

And look below everything, too,

and see roots

reaching, twisting, winding

into the one root

of the one tree

planted by the

one water

and rising toward

the one rose

the one grasshopper

the one cloud

and the one baby sucking her thumb.

There is a psalm in the simplicity,

a song in the certainty.

Shhh.

Listen.

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