her name was vulnerability

      
the winds blew without any thought
to the delicate notes I was sending    
they were blown on a terrible gust of air    
     
into the ears of those moshing in rage    
reveling within their ignorance    
taking great pleasure in destroying all living   
     
my vulnerable music foreign to them
they hear and rebel against the emotion    
that washes over them in waves    
     
a tenderness speaks to their souls directly    
but with stony hearts ill prepared    
it can't take hold there    
     
the feelings stirred cause them to fear    
and question their own truths    
they think have i gone soft?      
     
finding themselves swaying with the sweet music      
played upon my heartstrings      
when finally their minds are opened
to the unique feeling of being renewed    
     
with love from a gentle soul      
who's simply paying attention    
to the voice of our Mother the Earth    
     
when she says      
     
"be kind to me I am she who plants truth    
and harvest wisdom"