My back tells me it wants to lie down,
My head says it wants my mind to stretch,
My feet ache to let loose,
My nose says to get some help so it can breathe again,

My cat says hold me
My partner says we need to play more
My brother tells me to read computer books
And my snowshoes demand that I use them.

My 500 e-mails tell me I’m a slowpoke
My desk says the weight of files on it masks its beauty
My fingers scratch for a manicure
And my body aches for a massage.

Finally, my mind asks for quiet
while the books sit on the coffee
table asking to be read.

But my soul – my soul just asks that I listen – not read or work.

If I listen – I will hear all the knowledge in the books I have no time to read.
If I listen – I will enjoy harmony and my body will relax into grace.
If I listen – I will not question who I am and what I should do.
If I listen – I will appreciate the sounds of peace.
If I listen – I will be peace.

If we all listen – we will be peace.

© Roberta S. Kuriloff