there is a plan
it was said
to her
-
long time ago
it was written in the flow of the river in each and every drop of water
it was written on the mountains
it was written in the air and in the winds,
it was written in the clouds and in the rain
it was written in every ray of the sun
it was written on the forehead of every cow
every dog remembered, they had it written all over
the cats knew too,
they, of course, have their own way around it
-
now
when she came to river they all knew her
they remembered
she felt the touch of the writings
of the knowledge they hold
at long last
she responded
she came to the river
-
now
when she hears the birds early in the morning, their faint song, they remind her of her homelands birds
back then they always sang for her
she remembers the birds on the asmani sky, their song for her to hold on, to go on.
they too knew, like the dogs and the cows of her homeland did
back then
the cats followed her all the way through with their zen gifts of friendliness, compassion and happiness
-
now she sees it in the faces of the people she meet and everywhere
there is a plan
/with thanks to Lady Aya and the whole gang
/Aha