And there in the wilderness the voice became clearer
as the scuffing sounds of the conscious mind quieted.
You could hear it in the gentle wind
flowing over your lovely body,
in the cry of the raven,
in the rhythm of a distant drum,
in the haunting melody of a flute.
It is the voice you heard so very long ago
you had almost forgotten it
… calling your name.
Calling you out of your small self into a
wider and deeper place,
a timeless space.
It is the voice of your
Original self …
The voice of the
first loving touch,
the first deep sigh of happiness,
the first warm tears of joy.
And it is always there, calling your name.
Just beneath the surface of your anxiety.
Just below the surface of the
little fears and self-doubts
and the unsteadiness of your life.
It is what sustains and
allows your life to be.
It is the voice of your
Authentic Self:
The voice of your soul.
Louden Kiracofe
Durango
