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
to live
I embrace
the end
and in that
same moment
I welcome
the beginning