Image source: My private collection. Estonia, Lääne-Virumaa, Obja village.
Whispers in the night
The speak so quietly
Delicately they talk about Your divine right
Romping through the plains
With mysticism in their minds
What are You seeking weary traveler?
They ask with only one thing in mind
To remind me of their presence
And the fact that their guidance is always by my side
I only need to find the time
Sharpness of my mind
A piece of mind
They will be there
Is it guidance that You seek?
Or the knowing that this life is what You are supposed to be living?
With doubt in my mind I pause. There is fear in me. At the same time a deep knowing is rising. What if this is always right? All my struggles, all those who were left behind?
Are they just hiding in plain sight?
With depth deep enough
The knowing will always rise
They say to me and fly by
To remind me of the goodbyes
We have to say in time