Clarity on the Wind
Lost from view the smog,
That place where living resides.
Here for me in greying skies,
The answers now rightly come.
What is lost amidst the masses,
Is the stillness to clearly hear.
I’m hearing the voice of ages,
An essence carried upon the winds.
For as they scour the earth,
They take a part of us all.
They are listening and transmitting,
All of the vibrations that we cause.
And in my peaceful walking stride,
I can hear the point they make.
Take time to pay close attention,
Or our friends will se how fake.
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