It is the voice that cries out when the summer heat is gone.
It is the voice that calls out our name in our dreams.
It is the voice that cries out while the springtime crops grow.
It is the voice that calls out when we are born
it is the voice that cries out when we take our last breath.
It is the voice of our tears and fears.
It is the voice of our inspired ideas
It is the voice that calls out from our bodies.
This the voice of the essence of our divinity experiencing the love of matter.
It is when the mind has been silenced, that the heart can speak loudest, yet otherwise it whispers with the wisdom of time as a soft and gentle guide as we travel and explore the universe.
It calls out our name with ease and grace, catching our attention in between the moments of outer distractions.
Listen to the voice. It is yours. It has a song to sing, and it is the most beautiful in all the cosmos.
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I love you
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