This morning on Mount Athos a monk gathers himself in the prayer of the heart, in Varanasi a Brahmin reads the poetic Vedas, absorbed, somewhere in the Sahara a marabout heals with his herbs, in Tehran a muezzin calls the faithful to prayer, in the Amazon rainforest a shaman, painted in colors, performs ritual dances.
They are notes of a song.
This morning a mother rocks her child to sleep, a fisherman entrusts himself to the waves of the sea,
an actor rehearses his role again and again, the road is still long for a marathon runner, the stone awaits the sculptor’s caress.
They are notes of a song.
This morning, even if only for a moment, join us consciously.
As if you had always done so, as if you could not do otherwise. Because this is your beautiful nature: a note in the universal melody.
How wonderful.
An harmonious hug