Blessing the Silence

 

I bless everything in and around me. 

What a special place for you to be. 

Hearing in the silence the singing of the wind,

Calling out attracting ideally a friend. 

Could you be my muse so I can release the golden goose?

What does that mean inside the light of the question.

Just a thought for me thinking profound. 

As I touch the top and go beyond all bounds.

I bless everything in and around me,

What a special place for you to see.

Listening in the silence, the singing wind calls,

Attracting a friend as the golden goose hauls.

Could you be my muse, my loving guide,

To release thy treasures, no need to hide?

What does it mean, this light in the question,

Just a thought of me, seeking the lesson.

Profound it feels, this dancing sound,

Touching the top and going beyond ground.

With each step, I soar, with each breath, I rise,

Carrying blessings into the open skies.