The decision hovers over us like a knife,
waiting for a move, waiting to strike,
while I search the empty silence for clues.
A sign, a call, a whisper in the night,
a stray, murmuring beam of moonlight,
to show the way, to shed some light.
The heart trembling, hides its face,
the mind deadlocked, lost, confused,
the spirit sublime, looks on amused.
"Tarry", tinkles the wind-chime in the breeze,
"Don't go", say the wildly nodding trees,
"Stay awhile, stay awhile", the owl calls.
waiting for a move, waiting to strike,
while I search the empty silence for clues.
A sign, a call, a whisper in the night,
a stray, murmuring beam of moonlight,
to show the way, to shed some light.
The heart trembling, hides its face,
the mind deadlocked, lost, confused,
the spirit sublime, looks on amused.
"Tarry", tinkles the wind-chime in the breeze,
"Don't go", say the wildly nodding trees,
"Stay awhile, stay awhile", the owl calls.
Beautiful. Picturesque.
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ReplyDeleteThe heart trembling, hides its face,
the mind deadlocked, lost, confused,
the spirit sublime, looks on amused.
My dear, follow the way of your heart. The way to truth is through heart. Hold it firmly. Let it not tremble but grow and expand with love.
But I know, its already brimming with love. Just let it flow.
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