Sunday, 19 May 2013

The silent voice

The grain shifts below my feet 
I will not follow its veins of growth
The opposing forces knock me here and there 
Testing my resolve I must walk clear of this massive spinning path that herds our minds
So many rotating around a centre that eludes there vision
Or perhaps a choosers choice to walk where feet fit 
I accept them as I take an encumbered step away 
Struggling through a misted sight
I smile at those wondering on my thoughts and strain my ear...
The voice... That voice 
Triggering the feeling that moved the vibrations of energy, out of my mouth in spirit dipped words 
Here with since just a boy on a summers day
alone, back to the earth
 eyes to the sky 
... Why am I here?
why do I feel a purpose beyond my age?
What is this feeling that seemingly connects me to something beyond my contemplation ? 
Summers pass, the question remains 
Many lessons and much wisdom
Closer to that purpose from the tempering of time 
The pendulum swings and in silence here in my warm cave,  looking out at the people spinning by,
I wait for you ... You and all who listen and guide my life.
Like a stone... I wait

mF

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