whilst the hussle and bustle go on around me
The drone of life never seems to
to ease just for a second,
like a record, stuck in a groove,
mind numbing, irritating, tiring.
the God of my understanding
talks to my soul
Just sit, watch
just sit, listen
just sit, feel
just sit, sense
just sit, be
Be here, sit here, watch and pray.
watch in the noise of life,
for the grasshopper,
tune into this new rhyme of life
Watch, watch for the signs, the sign of the coming revolution
God speaks to us most clearly through silence,
through our unknowing, knowing
ungendered, unattainable but present, knowing us, getting us.
Seeing humanities quirkiness even struggles yet somehow loving us beyond time and space, blind to borders, hate and otherness.
God abides not in one single religion, or one space, God is beyond our limiting brains, this we must embrace.
God is with us, with us right now. In the silent place of your soul, the soul the womb of God, God is stirring, listen, you might hear, listen with ears, mind and heart.
Water comes tumbling down from the sky onto the parched earth, renewing, restoring, earth.
Fading colours are renewed
Death’s grip on mother earth has been banished once again.
Does humanity care, even notice this miracle which happens without its careless interaction?