POEMS: “The whisper” by Mystic Meandering

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The Whisper

The Rhythm of Sacred Silence calls
me back into ItSelf again and again…
It waits patiently while I move
through my stories ~
through my illusions ~
my contractions of fear ~
my brokenness…

The Rhythm invites me to dance ~
to sway to Its movement ~
to hear Its pulse ~ its silent

language, like a whisper in the

background of noise,

trying to get my attention.

I have to be still to hear
The Whisper speaking softly:
come, be with Me
come and be still,
come, listen, hear Me,
come, dance with Me,
come, be with Me,
come and be still…

I turn my attention to listen
curiously, as if someone has
spoken just over my shoulder ~

barely audible…
I wait and listen – aware of a

subtle presence,

like butterfly wings.
The Rhythm rises – palpable.

It draws me to it…I bow inwardly to The Whisper…
We embrace and dance in stillness
The sweet Rhythm of Love…March 2009

by Mystic Meandering

 

 

 

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4 Comments Add yours

  1. So beautiful and inspiring 💚

    Liked by 2 people

    1. Thank you so much dear Luda! ❤

      Liked by 1 person

  2. AnnBMAP says:

    Stunning, great words

    Liked by 1 person

    1. Thank you! I am glad to hear that you enjoyed it 🙂

      Liked by 1 person

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