I hear something…
A Silent Voice.
Wordless Words.
Numinous Vibrations.
Speaking Compassion.
And Wisdom.
Illuminating.
Inspiring.
Knowing.
I feel something…
It is a thick warmth. That resides in the center of my chest.
It is always there but easily ignored.
But when I am still.
When I am quiet.
I recognize it.
If I surrender to it,
sometimes,
the warmth spreads through my body.
Filling my head.
Gently pushing out the racing thoughts until I am completely present.
With It.
I feel something…
Opening me.
Petal by Petal.
Skillfully.
Mysteriously.
As Spring opens her First Rose.
Something inside of me that isn’t me.
How do I know it isn’t me?
Because I am the one who hears It.
Because I am the one who feels It.
Because I am the one who witnesses It.
But I am not it.
It knows Me.
But I do not know It.
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