STiLL . . .

Thousands, may be more than the thousands,

Whispers –
Uninvited, annoying and uncontrollable in vastly dispersed air, almost everywhere, as disperse as oxygen –

CLAIM,
Sometimes inhumanly, other times gently,

With its confident hidden failures behind the apparent flouts and abuses – 
” They are weak – So weak !
They are mad – So mad !
Losers, black, tall, fat, patients, retarded,
Whatever!
They ( each one of them ) are . . .
and
They will die same “.

SAME,
Once again,
Openly blunt, ruthlessly callous and recklessly repeating ones, this time, not from outside but from inside –
Emerge and engulf the winds of their solitudes –

Pierce them into
them
and their efforts,

Like The cyclones do to hefty trees,
Like The floods do to tidy earth surface,
Like The death does to the breath
BUT with STILL . . .

LIFE
ALWAYS,

Vigilant more than the eagle
Loving more than the mother
Guide more than the compass

Present
Near – Veeeeeryy near to them
HERE.
Looking into their secretly intoxicated eyes –
They
Seeing IT – Feeling IT
Standing
STILL.

LIFE
Through the traveling breeze –
NOW, in the flooding blood inside their inner world,
Interrupted their whispers of fear

Eye to eye,
Much higher than whispers’ physical level –
Tapping
Tenderly,
Slowly,
Like spontaneous truly aligned moment does to its grown breaths,
Like parents’ peaceful heart do to the calm children’s –

Nullifying old-feeble whispers’ claims

NOW
WITH profound-patient confidence – 
As Earth witness during its routine movement

LIFE,
embracing fears’ ears –

Doughtily,
whispered

STiLL . . .

” They are wonders and
Wonders NEVER die “.

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