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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