Where nothing moves
Save the pulsing of your heart
Allowing the rhythm of your breath
To gently dim the mirrors of the world
As the stillness enfolds your very essence
There comes a tiny murmer
Starting as a pindrop - maybe when you slumber
Coming from right within you
And whispering in your ear
"Listen to me, will you ?"
Listen and you will hear...
This is your Soul speaking
Wishing to be heard
Above all the noise and din
Above all the worldly chatter
Trying hard to get a word in - where it really matters
Because its hard to steer the right course
Its hard to see the wood
Its hard to find the right words
Though many wish they could
And you will hear your Soul.
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