Who is it whispering to me?

Who is it whispering to me?
Who is it opening my heart?
Like a rose of light within shadows.
It is the voice of the world mother.
Who are we, the earth pilgrims?
I ask in the softness of silence.
You are the divine spirit.
Making footprints on the earth.
Is there a task we must unfold?
I ask in the rose-light stillness.
The task is truth, I hear, to walk
Together as one, becoming truth.
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