Divine Dance
Everything is swinging, in the heaven of time,
everything is dancing, in the heaven of eternity,
when the Creator's hand begins to pluck
on the tenderest strings of the heart harps.
Melody around melody puts together
to the infinite concert of His creation.
The symphonies dissolve each other day and night
In the heaven of infinity.
The little streams sing, the little fish dance
the tops are swinging in the woods,
the grasses are dancing, the crickets are chirping,
the stalks tremble in the whispering wind.
The nightingale rejoices, it chirps the lark,
the deer roars, the dormouse whistles,
the lion roars, the rattlesnake clatters,
the frog quails and the butterfly flutters.
The light dances, its rays vibrate,
the stars circle on their nightly path,
it's whirling frequencies that move hearts,
the winds sweep the energies through the room.
Atoms attract each other,
Molecules combine to form systems
Systems connect and condense,
dissolve again and change their face.
everything is dancing, in the heaven of eternity,
when the Creator's hand begins to pluck
on the tenderest strings of the heart harps.
Melody around melody puts together
to the infinite concert of His creation.
The symphonies dissolve each other day and night
In the heaven of infinity.
The little streams sing, the little fish dance
the tops are swinging in the woods,
the grasses are dancing, the crickets are chirping,
the stalks tremble in the whispering wind.
The nightingale rejoices, it chirps the lark,
the deer roars, the dormouse whistles,
the lion roars, the rattlesnake clatters,
the frog quails and the butterfly flutters.
The light dances, its rays vibrate,
the stars circle on their nightly path,
it's whirling frequencies that move hearts,
the winds sweep the energies through the room.
Atoms attract each other,
Molecules combine to form systems
Systems connect and condense,
dissolve again and change their face.
A. M. Hosta
