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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