The Quiet Voice

See those shadows on the ground?

Consider then 

The Quiet Voice

She speaks to you

even when 

you're not 

listening

She can't help herself

and doesn't try to

for she is 

Truth

stripped naked

disarmingly so

Your faithful servant

and unyielding master

Don't try to deny her

Ignore her

suppress her

Such actions 

leave you disturbed

unsettled

a cauldron of

rumbling

grumbling

sneering

howling

bleating

menacing 

irksome

emotons

and

thoughts

But when you heed 

The Quiet Voice

and submit

without knowing 

how or when or what or where

yet certain and reassured that

she is 

life itself

without whom 

you cannot exist

Why, she summons

the entire force of 

the Universe

to assemble at your feet

ready to 

fashion all things

as you please!

Don't blink. Don't Think.

Pay attention to me!

Can't you see

what I'm doing?

It's not as easy as you think

so watch ME

not 

him

even though

my eyes

follow his every movement

tight as a hawk

ready to pounce

and shred

at the slightest

hint

of a mis-step

an error of judgment

a wavering perception

a momentary doubt

Ah, never underestimate

the singular dedication 

of my 

preying eyes

Not for the briefest 

moment

a nanosecond of time!

In short

Don't blink.

Don't think.

How's your coffee?

I'm sorry

what did you say?

Oh, I just wondered

if your coffee was 

alright?

My coffee?

Hardly noticed

Not when there's

all this

so much of

all this

and 

all that

and doing one

means 

missing the rest

And missing 

your coffee

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What a day!

What a day!

I ventured out early

with a million things on my mind

Carry-overs from 

a hundred days before

(It could easily have been

ten million)

And when, finally,
I trudged home
weary and wasted

it seemed as if I'd accomplished
little

hardly enough

to get me through 

another day

except

for the fact

that I knew

you'd soon be home too

and somehow

(don't ask me how)

I'd find 

 the will

to do it all again

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That was when

A brilliant burst of Victorian blooms

awash with late afternoon dapple

stopped me in my mindless tracks

that cold, November day

held me at length

in breathless rapture

as, through my eyes,

life thrilled me

 with a kaleidoscope 

of spring's flowers

 

That was when

you asked

my name

then told me

in your almost shy way

that it was like

the sunlight

on a naturally radiant garden

I think that was when

I fell in love

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