Sweet Whispers

Slowly walking trees whispering my name.

Glance over…there are no birds.

Step again familiar whispers of my name.

Glance over…there are no birds.

What is this voice to which calls my name?

Creation speaks yet again.

Sweet whispers, Creation speaks to my soul.

~Ani Po

sweet-whispers

Creation Speaks

Speechless, is what comes to mind;

nothing to say or any thoughts.

This silence is both friend and fo;

simply choose.

Choose the friendlier of the two,

For that is where peace is found.

Choose the latter, and

Fear implanted in our heads.

 

Emptiness fills my soul;

I have nothing, therefore I am nothing.

Hah!  Nothing is everything.

To be nothing or have nothing is where freedom can be found.

For in this nothingness,

we see everything.

 

The Universe speaks, but we fail to listen.

The Universe has all the answers,

But we fail to ask.

Ask now what the hearts desire,

And it shall be so.

Seek to be filled to the rim,

And it shall spill unto all we meet.

 

Close our eyes,

Listen…for Creation Speaks.