Whispering Into The Winds

In silence much can be discerned, As the mind rushes to fill the void discipline comes to the fore in order that one may live. There is no escape in letting the machinery take over despite the vivid and captivating imagery. Do we not die¹ in order to live.

As the circle turns the storm envelopes. It's not easy nor should it be to stand alone into the winds of the living. There is a saying that no Man is an island but I disagree. We are already separate and apart and in the longing, we strive for more.

The Universe proclaims quite loudly it's intent but deafening ears have no voice.

Listen.

Listen not to the propensities of mindfull shenanigans, not even to that still small voice. To understand that the Universe revolves around you answering every beckon and call take a moment of reflection, perhaps even a moment of silence in order to hear the unbridled.

We are not alone and never have been.

All it takes is but a moment...