#4 Becoming slow, just enough
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.