Poem
[Image by Gerd Altmann from Pixabay]
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The multitasking voice within learns on the go
It hisses, swishes, cheers, jeers and almost always forgets the flow
Running slowly when you are fast and rushing when you are slow
A confidant and conspirator, the voice knows
Nothing that you do not know
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Castles, ruins, castles, ruins
Building, hiding, building, hiding
Honest and unashamed of it all
When needed, clever as a Jackal
The voice, so ambitious, hates to stall
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But it obstructs, this friend and foe of ours
Especially if one is not aware of the day or the hour
When quiet, it forgives and forgets
The voice then patiently sits and looks
At us and smiles, waiting for us to calmly turn and smile
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The multitasking voice within learns on the go
One life, one journey, one flow!
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“To gain your own voice, forget about having it heard. Become a saint of your own province and your own consciousness.”
Allen Ginsberg
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