Murmurs Heard

Whispers

Breath upon my ear

Straining

Desperate

Pierce the veil

Speak louder

I cannot hear you…..

Too much noise

Too many vibrations

No one slows down any more

No one breathes deep

Exhaling

Inhaling

Religning self with nature

With time

With the true essence

Kept tamped down

No one can hear it

Mutters

Heard on the wind

I perceive them

Energies soaring

Mingling

Tempting

Out of reach

Even when I slow down

When I focus inward

Diving towards the stirring consciousness

I am rebuffed

Repeled

For the stink of sin

The burning stench of greed

Clings hungrily to my skin

No amount of soap and water

Cleans these blemishes

These spots

Nothing will get them out

Like Lady Macbeth

Driven insane

By her own ruinous wants

Desires…..

Time tolls.

Time stands still.

Time is an eternity .

A chance to relearn.

A chance to grow.

A chance to slow down

And finally hear the whispers

Of those who came before.

©March 14/23