There is speech everywhere:the inaudible conversation of orchids;the quiet breathings of ironbark forest.
Birds bring energy from the sky.A bronzewing murmurs a low OM.She intones the OM alone, as we all must,
and clatters when she takes leave.The OM attunes itself to inner ears;the unfathomable OMof the living, the dead, the light itself.
Black coffee of a still pool.Mossies busy themselves.Fu ...
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