Whispers of the Path With my own inner purpose Calling out in quiet waves, Whispering the same soft message Through the rhythm of my days. It kept asking me to write it, But I didnβt know the form And ignoring that deep insight Left a hollow in my core. There was something I was missing, Something aching to be found Till I took a calm mind, Sat in stillness, Let the words begin to sound. So I surrender to the whispers, To the wind that guides the way. Nature hums its sacred rhythm, Singing truths I couldnβt say. And I give myself the silence, Give myself the gift of time Trust this offering will find Every soul itβs meant to findβ¦ A timely gust of natureβs harmony Confirmed the thoughts I held inside, And down this path of listening A living song began to rise. In my authentic self I open, Pour my inner gold to share Take what calls your spirit forward, Leave the rest to float in air. Every insight, every question Is a doorway to explore Some of what I write is channeled, And Source leaves you room for more. So I surrender to the whispers, To the wind that guides the way. Nature hums its sacred rhythm, Singing truths I couldnβt say. And I give myself the silence, Give myself the gift of time Trust this offering will find Every soul itβs meant to findβ¦ Iβve known triumph over trials, Held my shadows in the light. And I share these pieces hoping They bring comfort to your fight. In this puzzle we call living, Every struggle has its place So I send a prayer for freedom, May it lift you into grace. I surrender to the whispers, To the calling of the heart. May this song remind you gently Youβre a sacred work of art. And I give myself the silence, Give myself the gift of time Trust these words will reach the ones Who are longing for a sign. With the wind beside my spirit, And the whisper as my guideβ¦ I begin. I write. I rise.
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