Whispers of gods

Another night, or is it morning?

The sounds, the whispers of the gods



They sound like dreams, they come to tell me


Hear our call, the world is changing


Every action, thought, and feeling


Is all connected, it all has meaning


Keep yourself quiet, keep aware


And you will see why you should care


Each word, each feeling, all has its purpose



Has links to present, past, future; I'm seeing



I know not what thread am I


In the tapestry of life ever weaving



Change is constant, change is certain

Some brings comfort, some brings pain


The darkness comes; lightning, rain



I feel a loss, I feel a gain, what is this feeling?


Change.

The Pond

The pond of my mind..........still, silent, orderly.

Peace, serenity, calm.

Then, chaos, turmoil, a large stone crashes in.

The waves come.

The first hits the edge, carving, tearing, tossing old things aside.

Slicing, sweeping, the waves come.

Each smaller than the last, yet the wounds are evident.

Something is lost! There is pain!

Something happening, unclear, bubbling within.

Bouncing back and forth, ripples are all that remain.

For a second, a minute, a day, an eternity?

These too are gone, what is left is strange, different, and yet?

Obscured by the chaos, the stone's purpose revealed;

The pond of my mind............still, silent, orderly.

No loss, no pain, only change.