A familiar face appeared, a teacher, a sweet note, and spoke thus..
Free friction from your authentic ambition;
A Sacred Voice Summons.
There is no other to its sweet scent,
No word that can articulate its lore.
Become bewitched by its musings,
Allow the permutations of its order to come true.
You may find joy in another,
But you shall never find peace;
Only the stillness of your Soul
Can provide this sweet nectar.
Remember,
It is a path,
Not a runway;
Take your time,
Allow your flower to blossom.
Your Sacred Voice
Will only reveal itself in the present moment.
Distance yourself
From ideas that your glory
Lies in the distance;
Deep in the roots
Of the present moment
Endless treasures will be found.
So get prepared
To dive into yourself,
To reveal hidden treasures,
And to begin a dialogue with a part of you that shines brightest.
Amen.
