how do you listen to a whisper
in a room full of yelling?
the whisper is the one you want;
soft and gentle erodes the stone.
how does your keel feel the swell
underneath the surface waves?
the swell and the star set a course;
adaption is born of moral force.
you can tune the strings of mind
like antennae to sense a certain tone:
now scatter your seeds wherever you go;
glide in your groove, channel the flow.