When the Child Knew How To Listen
Some search frantically for the pot of gold
Perpetually dissatisfied, and disgusted, feeling cheated.
Not understanding the contentment of those who hear
Their internal whispers, who receive validation
in the form of chills or goosebumps during prayer or meditation
Some waste their lifetime on wishes, coveting the peace of others
Never listening to their pleading quiet soul
Who is reaching out to them in their slumber,
for there is no other clear way to reach them.
Bliss and peace could be theirs
All they have to do is start fresh
with their own childhood hopes and dreams
Remembering the idealism of their youthful self.
The answers came easily back then, when they knew how to play
When the frivolity and the joyful enthusiasm stopped,
they forgot to listen to their heart.
The mind said I will take over then, and she did.
Unfortunately, completely out of align with the heart soul
who once upon a time showed the child bliss,
when the child knew how to listen.
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Written 3/14/2021
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2021
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