A voice speaks to me,

From within,

From without,

It enfolds me,

Permeates me,

It is me,

It is of me,

It is of all of them.

 

There is a peace in this voice,

A silence in its sound,

For it is a voice

Not for hearing,

But for feeling,

For knowing,

To inhabit,

To be inhabited by.

 

I welcome this voice,

As it comes,

As it goes,

I thank it,

As it shows me

The way,

The way

That is me.

 


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