Somewhere

The winds today remind

me of this:.

Deep inside

Somewhere

Within the 

Grounds of Label Makers.. 

Voices, 

Alerting, Bells,

Chimes,

Echoing winds

Each of us

Our truths

Liked or not 

Time 

Timing 

Listen

Damn it

Listen

To me i am you

I am me

No voices

Instead 

I am all of me

Listening

To the 

Windows hurrling

Against their frames

As if they scream

With resistance.

And you argue

With the alert.

Of nature

Riled in anger

And the air

Being rung out..

Dharma BR Guada c2016