Love Whispers on the Wind, Can you Hear?
LOVE WHISPERS ON THE WIND
The shallows of silence are shadows of the void,
I feel the whispering wind calling me,
To go with the wind,
For I know my direction is carried by fate as it sings a new song,
That I was not wrong,
For I am walking the talk,
That you don’t want to hear,
As fear is the song out of tune,
With inner peace.
The real hu-man says I AM,
The one who does not know says silently I am not,
One hears the call the other avoids calling,
As he does not wish to hear himself
Go silent.
Life is a merry-go-round,
Questions are circular,
Horses are painted,
And the mirrors of the central carousel,
Reflect and distract what is on the outside,
Creating the illusion of movement and progress,
Yet there are horses for courses,
Moving in one direction,
The pattern is always the same,
And when the ride finishes,
I realise it was never real for me,
I find I want to get off.
As I walk along the long promenade of my life,
Amongst the leafy trees,
I look into the true magnificence of simply being,
To be true to our nature is a solid state without technology,
For our nature grows, reaches for potential and dies,
As life is constant change,
And I love to change my life,
As the merry-go-round becomes a string theory of connection,
Today I am seeking real connections,
That honour the truth of my love with good humour.
I have grown past childish games,
That are circular with no fun intended,
As I see the merry-go-round is a treadmill,
The pretence of movement and safety,
The illusion of freedom of speech,
For silence is not peace without a colourful smile,
And to live the unquestioned dream as real,
Is to silently search for peace of mind,
It never comes to the heart unkind.
Yet only love fills the space in the silence,
And this is the secret garden of happiness,
Love is always the answer to every question,
As life is not a merry-go-round,
It is to be merry and know what goes around comes around,
For one can never avoid oneself.
I whisper to you to look gently into the mirror of your life,
and ask if you have chosen outer projection or inner reflection?
As your image projected or emotions reflected?
For one answer leads to rejection of truth,
The other circumspection
a revival of true love.
For love, truth and common senses are the pillars of the real hu-man,
They uphold the 7 wonders of your world,
For you are the one that can always respond in kind if you choose,
As the wind in the willows is blind,
It whispers freedom as loves true voice,
For loves reflection is the mirror of your heart,
Whispering softly in my ear,
That you are far yet near.