Posted in Musings and Reflections

A Hidden Life

I am wondering if it is time to be silent;

To remove myself from the noise, to be one less voice clamoring to be heard.

I am still so full.

I have so much to share.

Yet who am I to say my voice is more important than any other’s? There are so many….singing, crying, shouting, falling silent.

I am overwhelmed by information, by the incredible cacophony of sound, of the millions living and dying around me.

This is not simply a moment of stepping away, a few days spent in quiet. There seems to be a greater pull, another voice calling me away into the dark depths of my soul.

There is a dying here, a fear that I will become forever mute and unheard, that I will forgo my responsibility to creation and others by withdrawing,

Though there seems to be a difference now, as if the crashing outside the cave is only that and that if I wait with intention I will be called out into the light of purpose in a timing not my own by the quiet voice of God.

Posted in Songs and Spoken Word

World Premier! Monday Monday Song 66 – Diastole

Diastole by PeaceGroover

di·as·to·le (dīˈastlē)
– noun – the phase of the heartbeat when the heart muscle relaxes and allows the chambers to fill with blood.

In the modern world, it is difficult to hear the still small voice.

My prayer?

I’m listening.

Posted in Leaves on the Poet Tree (Poems)

Heiwa Haiku 60

suffer not loud fools ~
loudest shout does not truth make ~
seek the still small voice