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[4] Becoming slow, just enough

  • Writer: Lorraine Johnson
    Lorraine Johnson
  • Feb 5, 2021
  • 1 min read

Updated: Mar 28, 2021

The earth is singing.

It is that time—yes, when time beckons us to slow,

and maybe, just maybe, in the growing silence,

we can hear.


What do we do with moments,

that emerge now more profound?

Shall we stop and listen,

Travel journeys past lived,

Look forward toward the unknown?

The Universe speaks—come close from afar

Can you hear the distant mantra now,

in the belly of your soul?

It is time.

It is time to listen, closely—to notice

The wonder of a passing glance

The beauty of a different land

The brilliance of a different hue

For reasons great and reasons small,

we become—ever so closer, to seeing,

and knowing, the value of a breath.

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