In the quiet of a place,

the place where your thoughts

surface, a voice of within rises

from the silence.


It’s not the wind or waves that

influence, but an inner suddenness

of calm, a seed watered by the

drive for direction; we listen with

intent, capturing the moment.


There is a cleansing, standing at the

base of a mountain or a crossroads,

if we to listen to the temperature of change.



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