Bamboo Whispers

The wind’s gentle sigh,
Through bamboo groves it flows,
Nature’s silent language,
In the silence, it bestows.

Verdant sentinels swaying,
In an ancient rhythm’s sway,
Choreographed by zephyrs,
To a song they alone could play.

Hollow stalks breathe deeply,
Filling with the breath of life,
Then softly sigh their secrets,
Unburdening silent strife.

We who pause to listen,
To these whispering bamboo reeds,
Hear the tongue of creation,
Unveiling our deepest needs.

For the language of the silence,
Transcends all words we know,
It is the space between each moment,
Where deeper truths bestow.

In the pause after the inhale,
Before exhaling once again,
Lies the source of all stillness,
The wisdom beyond our ken.

So come, abide in the silence,
Let its lessons be your guide,
Like the bamboo’s quiet swaying,
Let your soul’s voice reside.

The wind’s gentle murmurs,
Shall carry you along,
To a place of deep acceptance,
Where peace is the only song.