Whispers

When the world around you gets too loud

When the information taken in makes you feel too full

When everywhere starts to look like nowhere




Go back




and listen to the whispers




When voices suddenly turn into shouting

When opinions start to rapidly multiply

When there are too many feet on the path




Slow down




and listen to the whispers




When wanderlust gets too wild

When the forks in the road won't cease division

When the brush becomes too thick for your machete 




Stop walking, and for gods sake, stop hacking




and listen to the whispers




When history becomes too heavy

When good advice starts to make you feel crazy

When the sounds of another's story stifles you 




Hold still




and listen to the softest, smallest, sweetest whispers




Please don't misinterpret

I value experience

I value wisdom

I value clarity

I value the universal

I value shared understanding

I am learning to be vulnerable

I am learning to be honest

I am learning to take care of myself

and I am learning to return to myself







For, I am doing it yet again

Looking to the 

external 

for something 

that can only be found 

within

When my incessant search outside myself

for comfort 

for answers

for direction

for truth

for resolution

Leads me into the middle of nowhere

Leads me into a mindscape I don't know how to traverse

Leads me to the cliffs edge of my sanity 

Before I leap forward

I must step back

from the edge

for just a minute

I must place my hands upon my shoulders

Pull me gently onto solid ground

Slowly turn me around 

Take my face tenderly in both my hands

Cover my soft ears with my strong fingers

Close my eyes with soft kisses

Wrap my long arms around me

and sing to me




"Do you remember me"?

"Do you remember me"?

"Do you remember me"?




Whether I am right or wrong

does not matter

Whether I am good or bad 

does not matter

Whether I am smart or not

does not matter

Whether I am a pillar of reason and logic

or bat shit crazy

does not matter

I am all of those things and

I am none of those things

I just am

I know me

I trust me

All I need to do is listen

Always listen

Listen to the whispers

Do not forsake yourself

The whispers are there to help you

They ARE you

They always know what to do

They always know where to go

They always know the way home

and if I know the way home 

then maybe I can have the courage 

to turn back around

spread my wings 





























































































































































































































and fly off the top of this mountain