The bird, the song and the cage.

How can you hear what the bird is saying without being able to listen?

o Bird who sings the Glory of the Lord.

Why don't you let the cage go?

For the voice from the cage is muted.

And inside what seems a song is a cry.

Open the door which yourself closed.

And let GOD carry your wings of humility above the skies.

Where there is no gravity. Only Free to Love in a Pure Light.

Let go let go, the songs whose melody wrote the ungifted human.

Don't you notice?

They have no heart.

Only noise of the mind.

The songs keep coming to those who do not mix melodies.

For One melody is for Entire Universes.

One conductor for All orchestra of His Creation.

One.

On the Throne.

Dances inside Everyone.

Uniquely.

INFINITE.

O human mind, the only cause of failure.

For without the Mercy of Lord, the world would be out it's orbit long time ago.

The cage built from fake letters. The prisoner of words.

And how can the bird sing?

When words are still translating the song?

Let go your cage, o bird of Infinite guidance.

For the Lord loves those who sing His song, uninterrupted by the academies of quasi-musicians.

Praised HE be for HIS Infinity. For HE is the Truly Independent One.

Peace,
R.