Soft wind

There is a whisper, but it’s louder than the wind.
It calls to us, “Come Home.
The story is over, the pages are worn thin.
Come home.” It’s like a chant,
a sacred OM underlying all else.
It requires no doing anything, or going
anywhere or becoming anything.
If only we see that we are this whispering sound,
all else will dissolve into peace.

~ Rafael Stoneman

North Cascades – photo by KR Backwoods Photography, used with permission