It Softly Speaks
There was a distant moon
a celestial call, and a million stars.
Thatched huts creating silhouettes
out of darkness, mortars and pestles,
and cassava stems dancing along the horizon.
Hearts quietly beating enchanting melodies
A humanity gently rocking with the cosmos
for a million years and an eternity
Ancestors and recent passers join in the rhythm,
all, be they good or bad, secretly seeking harmony
in this one, wild world.
The universe carrying its unspoken, unseen
wisdom and healing, patiently awaits
—awaits for dormant energy to flow,
within and between,
allowing hearts, purpose and auras
to align, evolve, and glow.
"Open the doors," it softly speaks.