Sometimes we don’t pay attention
Today I heard the mockingbird calling
He was speaking differently
To that unheard sound
Upon the coming of the light
He returned to his usual repertoire
Like all regular mockingbirds
Hiding his call of the Beloved
For the velvety darkness
Reserved for the moments before the
Breaking of light.
Wahe Guru. What have you noticed today? Have you heard the sweet smack of the Beloved kissing on you?