Crying Wind by Peter Salm

Crying Wind,
The tears of the prophets fall on the stone
hearts of humanity,
Gradually softening their seeming solidity.
The once impenetrable fortresses which braced
themselves for the siege,
Now lay bare and naked.
Their gates open and their weapons fallen to rust.
How many days must we wait before this prophecy
comes to pass?
Ask not day, months, years, or lifetimes.
Simply ask: Can we bare to wait a moment longer?
Indeed, it is a sleeping reality laying in my breast.
It is called love.
It is called peace.
Yet it answers not to the call of words.
Only in silence does it respond.
Listen.
Only in silence can it be heard.
Listen:



We wait. The universe waits with us.
Willow 3/31/91


I listen to the silence
And hear the waves of my own heart
Beating the rhythm of life.
The love of life
That unleashes
The All
Which truly
Just Is
Bliss, Joy, Rapture.

Willow.