Yearning

There is a voice I often hear
Purposeful, crystal clear
A yearning,
Not in words, but in emotions
I have tried to ignore it
But it only becomes
More strident in its call
When I release the mind’s
Resistance
All is quiet, peace ensues
The yearning strengthened,
Perhaps. And so, I wonder
From whence, whither
Does this come?
A mystery to me
A product of my generation?
A product of my upbringing?
Maybe.
A sign of my discontent?
But, I am not discontented.
I remember, it doesn’t matter
What I have in this world
Only, that I am in this world
And yet still, the voice returns.
Do you hear it too?