And there in the wilderness the voice became clearer
as the busy scuffling 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 your little fears and self doubts,
and the unsteadiness of your life.
It is what sustains you and allows your life to be.
It is the voice of your Authentic Self:
the voice of your soul.
Louden Kiracofe
Durango