I Hear You Whisper, Now, Now, Now
Your voice permeates this vacuous brainpan,
evaporating the thousands of other voices
reverberating, shouting, singing, wondering
and doing silly pirouettes to show off a
new pink tutu- as if a voice really knows
dancing like this.
Your voice shuts down the drama and trauma
going on, so that I can tune in and listen
deeply to what is really going on.
Again, I hear only your whispered word,
now, now, now- a soft mantra that soothes
me like a baby’s swaddling cloth.
I realize afresh that there is nothing I need
tend to, that life and death are matters that
take care of themselves- in due time,
and that I am required only to attend to this,
this endless repetition of now, now, now…
As an Ecstatic Poet, my aim is to awaken in you, the part of you that knows the truth of your being, the beauty of your soul.