Categories Human Nature, Lifestyle, Meditation

That hunch that whispers to me
what is right and what is wrong;
it tells me when to run, walk away
or to stay put.

It shoots straight, and candidly,
unapologetic for any pain
that hurts my heart;
it tells me who my real friends are,
when to say yes, and when to say no.

The voice within is sometimes loud and clear,
enough for me to hear
in the silence of my soul;
at other times it is so silent I can barely hear it
above this noise-filled world.

Whether the still small voice is loud or silent,
the ears of my heart can clearly hear that;
it’s my soul talking; and so
I do not let it drown in my selfish desires,
greed, apathy, doubts, quakes, and waves.

I’ve heard it said about the inner voice that
“Everyone has one, but few listen to it.”
I listen to mine carefully because in the end,
it’s the final arbiter when there’s a conflict
between my mind, heart, body, and soul;
and It has never steered me wrong.

I am an epic introvert, who quickly becomes an open book when I pen what’s in my significantly fertile mind; fertile as a result of bombardment by realities that are continuously captured by my inquisitive eyes, ears which are constantly rubbing the ground, through constant reading, and through dreaming too.

Writing provides an opportunity to ‘say’ what my unapologetic quiet mouth will not say; which not only soothes me, but also bequeaths to me a relief, a release, and a hope that the written words will change the world, even if only one person at a time.

And so should you seek, that’s where to find me; deeply tucked inside the blankets of reading, seeing, listening, dreaming, and then writing.

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