Time…

It’s time to rest, little heart, little heart

It’s time to slumber, little birdie.

Rest your tired feet

On my soothing shoulder

Tarry awhile and meet

All the gentle souls of this old house.

What makes you wary, little heart?

What keeps you awake, little birdie?

Is it the crumbling walls of this house?

Or is it the sense of a deep darkness within unroused?

Do not worry, dear little heart!

Do not worry, dear little birdie!

The darkness hurts only those

Who have malicious intent in their hearts

Not those with pure hearts to keep their part.

Now fly away, little heart, little heart

Go away, little birdie

The storm is past, little heart, little heart

The weight is lost, little birdie.

It’s time to rest, little heart, little heart

It’s time to slumber, little birdie.

The Inner Voice…

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The silence in me talks constantly….
The silence in me is blessed indeed…
All it asks is that I listen to it…
A soft, sibilant voice insists that I heed…
 
Listen and it will answer my call,
Listen and my problems, it will resolve,
Listen and it will lighten the burden.
Listen and the false path, in mist, will dissolve.
 
Just listen and it will bring gladness to my heart.
Listen and it will sooth all yearnings,
Listen and it will polish my rough edges,
Listen and it will quench my eternal thirsting…
 
Heed the music in your soul,
Heed the voice in your most primitive part,
It’s never late to do away with discordant notes
It’s never late to make a fresh start!
 
Listen deeply and discover you will,
The notes and sounds of your own voice.
The light that burns closest to the hearth,
Was always you – only in disguise.
 
Listen to it and strengthen your voice,
Search for the true God in your disguise,
Live the voice you were meant to have,
Make it your will, make it your prize!

The Pause Button…

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Take a pause
From the busy life!

A life which has no time
To stop and wonder,
About the mysterious world around us,
A life which can no longer ponder,
On the velvet of the starry night sky.

Dreams were meant to be adventures,
In many parallel worlds of existence,
Alas! We grew up into cold-hearted adults,
We made our dreams our bane of existence.

Gave up our curiosity and innocence,
We became the demons of realism,
It’s good to be practical,
But what cost is the loss of our clean hands?

We who were so passionate, so driven,
Could scale the highest mountain for sheer fun!
Now we are bowed down by,
Lifeless bodies of our own ambition.

So take a pause,
From the busy life.
Enjoy the smile of a newborn,
Feel the touch of a loved one,
The serenity of the early dawn.
The gratitude of the helpless one,
The cool fingers of winter wind,
The playfulness of the grassy green,
Take a pause to just breathe in,
An imperfect life full of Him!

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Self-Mockery…

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Millstone, lodestone
All the stones I know,
None of the precious ones
I’m just the heavy one!

Round your neck I go,
Bow you down with my weight.
On your back if you lift,
I move your center of gravity.

I am a heavy load,
On your free soul,
Crush your joy beneath my feet,
Your days I foul!

My selfishness is exemplary,
I drone on narcissistically,
My joys and sorrows you have to know,
My mood swings legendary!

So take me off,
Throw me away,
Give up the burden
And fly away!