The voice within
is still a voice nonetheless…
A particle of light playing the game of Being.
Reflection, in all senses,
mirrors the path of the heart.
It’s in becoming that we truly find
what was never lost.
An anchor that allows stillness
in the depths,
and flow
in the surface.
How many identities must be shed
before we can hear the roaring waves?
How many more,
before we can rest in
Silence?
Journey To The Self 