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a world-premier concert this pre-dawn hour:

kookaburra yodels, hoots and cackles the still-dark overture
a distant butcher bird strikes up a string of notes at first hint of light
fat green frogs on the pond gurgle a throaty chorus
and on the roof, the unpatterned patter of rain

then – as the eastern sky lightens
an orchestra of unseen players takes its timely cue

the whole world seems joined in a symphony of dawn rapture
blessed by the gentle earth-revivng showers

a sublime symphony –
never heard before in the long history of consciousness
and never again to be repeated

I fold my hands and bow deeply:
Beloved Life, may I never cease to be amazed …

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