Tread carefully, as you listen,
to words spoken in hushed voices
in places you didn’t know existed
in your heart.
These silhouettes, these whisperers
they belong to your soul.
They hide because our mind’s clutter
made them agoraphobic.
We keep expanding our horizon,
accepting so much emotion
that they’re just roaming the streets
of our thoughts, aimlessly.
And our soul just sends it’s
messengers to nudge us in the
direction we really want to go in,
hoping we’d listen, we’d care.
Follow these voices, or at least try.
Lost as the others are, find yourself.
In between the things you most want
And the things you’re made to do.
Live not to wake up happy
the next day, but to smile
now, in silence, in joy –
attuned to love, to purpose.
Because these whisperers,
they’ll tug at you at the right corners,
at the right moment when you’re
searching for the next step.
{blinks} 