The Universe Talks Poem by Aufie Zophy

The Universe Talks

Rating: 5.0


The soft morning breeze
sways the tiny casuarina leaves,
and caresses softly our skin.
It talks to our soul

The midday sun plays with the waves:
a thousand lights in the wide open sea,
touching and illuminating our mind
It talks to our soul

The pastel colors in the evening skies,
a canvas, a pure joy for our eyes,
touching and beautifying our heart
It talks to our soul

Oh yes, the universe talks.
Let us make it quiet right now
and listen to its soft sweet voice
to pacify our mind, heart and soul

Saturday, May 12, 2018
Topic(s) of this poem: heart,mind,prayer,soul,universe
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
If you are about to ask, what did the universe talk about, I can tell it involves purity, beauty, light, and also love, peace, truth. It may take a bit of poetic wisdom, to truly understand the language of the universe, but with a small effort, an open mind, heart and soul, I am sure that almost all humans on earth can manage to tune in and get connected to all the principles and values that make up the universe and are the invariable clue and key to happiness. Even if I could bring under words what I get out of my quiet time with the 'universe', it may not make all too much sense to you, since each of us have to "listen" and will hear what resonates with our own soul.
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Unwritten Soul 27 May 2018

This poem is really gentle as gentle soul that you own, it speaks volume of how universality of different forms from our surrounding communicate each other, beautify together even though we are in different physical and characters...so natural feeling i have it, thanks dear for soothing work! keep it up.

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Nudershada Cabanes 12 May 2018

A beautiful poem well versed. I agree the universe talks to us in different ways we just have to listen and tune it to our soul. 10

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Bernard F. Asuncion 12 May 2018

Dear Aufie, such a a heartwarming poem....10++++

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