We are wrapped
In Rapid-fire thoughts
Ejected with rapid-fire words.
We leave no wiggle room for being,
From whence comes truth.
(Even Molly of Denali’s mom
Tells her to slooooooow down.)
Where are you?
Have we wound you round so tightly
That we’ve stifled your every nudge
Nestled in the recesses of our souls?
Peel off this tyranny of constant chatter
And take us home to that spacious center
Where you frolic with abandon.
Release our Talking Heads.
c. Rita Hemmer Kowats
June 11, 2022
2 thoughts on “Release The Talking Heads”
Lovely Rita. Thank you. Another gentle nudge to this soul.
A nudge to myself, believe me!