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Quiet Whispering Winds

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What makes a ripple travel through time?
Do quiet smiles fill the forest?
Do the stars hear us talking even if we whisper?
Does the living pulse of music send a shiver up your spine?

I find inside the melody of music a distinct connection between a melancholy feeling or emotion that moves with it’s own valid instinct. Intuition is an intelligence in and of itself that is able to discern the tempo and feel the emotion that produced it.

Music tugs my at the heart strings of my essence. I tug back. I feel it luring me to slumber with it under the midnight sky. I dream in color as notes float across the twilight sky too many to count.

Stars of the setting sun watch the spirit of whispering wind enter my soul. I take a deep breathe. I inhale deeply, slowly. I imagine I am transported to another dimension upon the influence of the great spirit of the native flute.

My soul is deeply moved by the feelings I am experiencing as note by note the melody passes between my mind and the moon. I allow myself to be lost within it’s simple sound. Reaction from hearing the melody is present in the echo of the beat of my heart.

I feel a quiet warmth of the wind’s spirit rising within my being.
Passion from the euphoric melody is present in my heart soon to return and then repeat the harmony. There is no end to the beauty of the whispering winds and I hope the young breezes are watching, learning and listening.

© 2021 Laurie S Novak

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