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idiosyncratic naïveté

 
Often the only sounds I hear now are whispers
though I listen with intended focus and hush
a quiet rustle of nothingness an ancient lisper
I tried to be and be better.

Used to be best of friends
or so I believed, thought
not sure of anything anymore
for we no longer talk.

Mine still is Your happiness;
another path will present itself
for me to wander
I will wonder no more from my forest floor
as I continue to listen for the sounds
the whispers of spiritual
enlightenment sheering away
from leaf to leaf to me.

I will be
a better me listening acutely meditatively.
Written by Tallen (earth_empath)
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