All of the time
We were here
Living restlessly
Not at peace in any phase
Life was quietly breathing
Far beneath
Giving birth to itself
Out of emptiness
Why is it that the haunted
Always seek
Something more
Long to fill an emptiness
Self created
Falling deaf to the sounds
Soul
And cycles of nature
Create?
Why do we forget to step outside
And breathe the air
Feeding instead
On all of these rumblings of despair
Why are we losing touch with
What is most innocent
And pure
Most incorruptible?
For life itself is asking us
All of the time
Please
Stop
Breathe
Listen
Hear
Awaken
Emerging From The Dark Night 