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  • Lorraine Johnson

[165] 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.


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