Search

the end is the begin


I hear the whispers

call to me

they beckon me to follow

the path

they have laid for me


blindly I oblige

I stumble through the dark

clutching to fear

overwhelmed my doubt


am I walking to my end?

or emerging into my beginning?


the whispers

do not answer me

they urge me to trust

to follow their call

with faith

hope

and

openness


the past yearns for

my return

it speaks

of promises

of safety

of security

of the known

it waits with

open arms


the whispers

talk of cycles

one

ends

and the other

begins


the past does not exist

it lives in memory

I cannot hide

in the memory

and wait for

the ‘rights ‘

the right time

the right place

the right moment

there is no

right,

there is just

now.


the whispers tell me

I am between

old and new

past and present

then and now


I search deep in my soul

for my truth

I find my desire to

evolve

change

succeed

to love

to live


I embrace

the end

and in that

same moment

I welcome

the beginningI hear the whispers

call to me

they beckon me to follow

the path

they have laid for me


blindly I oblige

I stumble through the dark

clutching to fear

overwhelmed my doubt


am I walking to my end?

or emerging into my beginning?


the whispers

do not answer me

they urge me to trust

to follow their call

with faith

hope

and

openness


the past yearns for

my return

it speaks

of promises

of safety

of security

of the known

it waits with

open arms


the whispers

talk of cycles

one

ends

and the other

begins


the past does not exist

it lives in memory

I cannot hide

in the memory

and wait for

the ‘rights ‘

the right time

the right place

the right moment

there is no

right,

there is just

now.


the whispers tell me

I am between

old and new

past and present

then and now


I search deep in my soul

for my truth

I find my desire to

evolve

change

succeed

to love