My Own Voice....Vibrating

 

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I am thankful for the stillness

Like a blanket bundled

around my city

sad soul

A poultice for my ailing

soul

 

Wandering the woods....

my sanity

The chorus of the creatures

harmonize with my

heavy

heartbeat, lightening

now

In the stillness

I return to the center

of my soul's

own

heart beat

 

For the heartbeat of my

soul is silent

Yet, it sustains me

It vibrates, still

and sweet

As the flow of organic

oxygen courses through

the arteries of my

life

Like the roots of my sister

trees...connected

to our mutual mama

 

I, too, am now connected to

my life support

Thankful to hear my own voice

vibrating

Holding heaven in the palm

of my humbled hand

Heaven as a leaf, a single pine cone

a stone

Or the wind

Playing and singing through the

space between my

fingers....quivering

 

Sing my soul to me, wind...

Silently

 

Casting aside the hell I have

been carrying

Be it my own hell...perhaps other's

horrendous pain

Pressing against my own

pain....palpable

This pain processed in the

winding labyrinth

Laid to rest as it falls away

And instantly becomes

a departed friend

One come to impart a delicate

or soul shaking deep

lesson

 

I sing my requiem in silence

From the center of my

soul

Vibrating, still

I am thankful for the stillness

Like a blanket bundled

around my city

sad soul

A poultice for my ailing

self
Singing my silent
requiem