Here's the first poem in my series about work...it feels somewhat frustrating as there's nothing concrete in it to tell me what I should be actually DOING. (Yet.) I believe it is important to keep the faith that such revelations will come in time.
Can you feel the heartbeat of the earth
through layers of concrete and rock, glass and steel, roads and skyscrapers?
Can you hear the voice of the wind
through the endless buzzing of the radio and TV and cell phone waves?
Can you listen to the voice of your own calling
through the millions of voices around you, each telling you that they have the way, and so can you if you sign on the dotted line,
that they know what's best for you, and you need only do as they say?
I am a woman who walks in this nonliving jungle, who feels the concentration of its harsh energy beating and stabbing at her core, and also feels the lightness of the city's life and joy bubbling up from within like an unexpected, undiscovered source of spring water.
I am a woman who feels the contrast.
I ride the waves that originate from within, I do not know where they will lead me.
I am here, alive, just one tiny voice in the infinite cacophony...
yet a voice is still a voice, no matter how quiet,
and a life is still a life, no matter how small.
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