Time is the ultimate gift
But in a world that is so full
So loud and so fast
Time alone is often last

It is only when we stop
The volume of life
Is allowed to drop

When we strip away the noise
The everyday commitments
The responsibilities
The endless to do lists

That we make space just to be
To listen to the little voice inside
And what he has to say to me

Some call this intuition
Others call it your gut
Whatever name you want to use
It’s time to listen and muse

But too often we spend our days
Looking outward
Rushing around in a haze

That we forget to listen
To what he has to say
Until all is quiet
At the end of another busy day

Much love x

JP