the calling

The song without words

There’s a bird that’s been coming to my window

Just before the break of Dawn.

At some moment in my meditation he sings to my heart

And my heart just listens to his song.

There are no words that are spoken

And there are just a few notes that he repeats

And yet this song has such a power

AI know there is a message there for me.

And there is no mistaking the calling

And day after day he is there to greet me

And I wonder if he knows he is free

To come and go wherever he needs.

Or is there something in my soul

That draws this messenger of the dawn?

Is there some similar frequency

That he knows that we are both on.

And there are rounds he makes each day

For after he comes to me

I her his song in the distance

Singing to others who might be listening along.

So I’m left to just interpret

And I don’t have an app that can interpret that yet.

For there are no words that can be found

To catch and say ah, yes it’s that, I get it.

But somehow I’m lifted up by this his call,

And I now look forward to his visit with me

I know that he’s free to come and go

And yet there’s a connection when we meet.

There is a song that has no words

There is some soulfulness that speaks

And there’s some truth that’s universal

and it’s alive in the sound’s intensity.

So when we tune in to the heart’s song

And when the soul sings to me and to you.

We understand without translating any language

 this unspoken calling that connects us and what is true.

The song without words

There’s a bird that’s been coming to my window

Just before the break of Dawn.

At some moment in my meditation he sings to my heart

And my heart just listens to his song.

There are no words that are spoken

And there are just a few notes that he repeats

And yet this song has such a power

AI know there is a message there for me.

And there is no mistaking the calling

And day after day he is there to greet me

And I wonder if he knows he is free

To come and go wherever he needs.

Or is there something in my soul

That draws this messenger of the dawn?

Is there some similar frequency

That he knows that we are both on.

And there are rounds he makes each day

For after he comes to me

I her his song in the distance

Singing to others who might be listening along.

So I’m left to just interpret

And I don’t have an app that can interpret that yet.

For there are no words that can be found

To catch and say ah, yes it’s that, I get it.

But somehow I’m lifted up by this his call,

And I now look forward to his visit with me

I know that he’s free to come and go

And yet there’s a connection when we meet.

There is a song that has no words

There is some soulfulness that speaks

And there’s some truth that’s universal

and it’s alive in the sound’s intensity.

So when we tune in to the heart’s song

And when the soul sings to me and to you.

We understand without translating any language

 this unspoken calling that connects us and what is true.