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WHISPERING by Ruth Calder Murphy

The whole world is whispering - whispering long-lost truths and the mysteries of connection…

At least, this is what I’m coming to believe. Myths and legends repeat the same themes and these are echoes of what we see in nature and the circle of life… And the really exciting thing, it seems to me, is that I’m a part of it: we are a part of it.

 I’m part of the whispering and singing and dancing and being and sometimes, I can almost touch it, before it spins off again. Wherever I am, I’m where the whispers meet, because they meet in me - and in you, and in every living thing.

"Aria - Song of Everything" Painted by Ruth Calder Murphy

Whispering
- By Ruth Calder Murphy (Arciemme)

The whole world is whispering;
Listen - in the trees,
in the tumbling, turning leaves,
in the spiraling seasons
and the ocean breeze.
The whole world is whispering,
susurrating, rustling,
Listen - it's the whisper of the Winter freeze,
the dancing of the Spring time,
the languor of the Summer,
the rolling of the Autumn
and the tumbling, turning leaves...
The whole world is whispering
and I will be listening;
listening and whispering
and susurrating, murmuring -
filling my being with the whispering of everything,
the song of becoming and being and living -
and the whispering's
becoming the song of belonging...
The whole world's singing
the song of transformation,
the song of evolution,
the song of re-creation
and the song of resurrection...
Listen, listen, listen -
there is music in the rhythm,
there is rhythm in the dancing -
and the whole world is dancing
- the whole world is dancing
to the rhythm and the beat -
and the whole world is singing
to the spinning of the spheres
and I am dancing,
dancing,
where the whispers meet.

(Click play to hear Ruth recite her poem) 
~
"Ouroboros' Kiss" painted by Ruth Calder Murphy


Ruth Calder Murphy is a writer, artist, music teacher, wife and mother living in London, UK. Her life is wonderfully full of creativity and low-level chaos. She is the author of two published novels, The Scream and The Everlasting Monday, several books of poetry and one or two as-yet unpublished novels. More of Ruth' Spiritual poetry can be found in her book, Spirit Song and the soon-to-be-released sequel, "River Song". She is passionate about celebrating the uniqueness of people, questioning the unquestionable and discovering new perspectives on old wonders. She is learning to ride the waves that come along—peaks and troughs—and is waking up to just how wonderful life really is. You can visit Ruth and view more of her art on her website, or on her writer's page on Facebook. All her books are available on Amazon, here


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