Listen

"Let your strength come from within"
is what my inner voice said.
This is the voice that knows me best.
This is the voice that knows
my inner heart and true fears.
This is the voice that understands
my weakness and struggles.
I must listen.
I will struggle.
To become master
of my own self.
I am fearful to fail.
I have failed.
What is there to fear?

Places to Go, Parts to Play

I heard a voice begin to sing
from a distant place
I could hear the voice
clearly in my mind
Everywhere I went
the voice followed
singing it's songs
and melodies
I started walking and
decided to walk
until I could find the voice
So I walked and walked
and occasionally slept
then walked and walked
and slept some more
How many days passed
in this manner
I do not know
I kept listening
and walking
and at times I felt closer
At night I would watch the stars
and feel the coolness on my skin
the voice still singing
though a bit more quietly
and now singing lullabies
One night I fell asleep
and when I woke
I could no longer hear the voice
singing nor it's beautiful melodies
I looked towards the blinding sun
and decided to walk home
Every so often I remember
that voice and cry
and wonder if
such beauty could
exist again

what speaks through us

to create balance within
the mind and soul
to create balance within
the body and heart
this pursuit is never ending
how could it be so
age has taught me of the
shortcomings of my past
i am a student of this life
and still seek enlightenment
in each passing day
i listen to the wind
i listen to the waves
i listen to the rustling branches
of the trees all around me
i listen to the stillness
within mine own heart
this life moves the blood
through my body
gives rise to the thoughts
and words in my mind
let me grow in greater compassion
let me grow in greater understanding
let me grow in greater forgiveness
i wish to be more human and humane

I wake with your voice
in my ears
and fall in love
with the world
once more.

She Sings in Multitudes

She wakes up singing
a melody so beautiful and perfect
it echoes beyond the walls
You can hear her voice
on Sunday mornings
mingling with the pealing
of the church bells
and you would wonder
if God is calling to you
I have listened to her
so many mornings
and bathed in the beauty
of her voice
Even during the harsh
rains her voice endures
through the steady
rhythm of pattering water
When I see her walking
through town I do not
speak I merely listen
If my eyes were ever
to be caught in her glance
I would die and I could
not stand being denied
such a sound that has
given me life

Hours spent alone 
in the silence of myself

I hear a strangers voice

only to hear an echo
of the words from my throat

Kiss me beneathe the tree 
under which I heard you sing.

The voice will emerge if the mind is opened.

How could so many years 
have passed since the last time 
your voice could sing?

Potential Song Lyric

If you called me by name
would I recognize your voice?
I don't know. I don't know.

4 briefs

If this is my voice
these are my words
If these are my words
these are my thoughts
____
Patient Mountain
____
Peace in a time of crisis.
____
leaves like wings
caught in the wind
fluttering without body

Oh Lord,

forgive

because no one

else will.

Without Dissent

A choir of voices echoing back,

babbling into nonsense

where language once was.

Narrative Voice

There is no one narrating this
as you read it
except for the voice you hear
in your mind.
If you know who I am
perhaps it has taken
the timbre of how
I would speak to you.
If you do not know me
there is a good chance
you are hearing your own
voice reading this
back in a familiar cadence.
You might be mouthing
along to the words
and hope no one
can see you because
you would feel silly
if someone caught you
and asked what you are
reading. If that happened
they would see this
and the whole cycle
would once again repeat.

Speak in a voice I can hear.

Invoke sense and experience,

recall that which has passed,

is passing.