It calls as though from a great distance
light years and galaxies away.
It whispers, quiet as the rustle of a raven wing,
And when I listen yet more closely
It explains how.
Between thoughts arrives the map
and a compass needle pointing Home.
“Follow the beating pulse of your joy
the arc of your smile
the lilt of your laughter.
Follow as though they are the only realities.
“Simply wave to those hitchhikers heartache and pain
until they disappear in your rearview mirror.
Bypass Despair, with its tumbleweed memories
and Resentment Saloon.
“Stop only when you reach Eternal Bliss
that still pool of clear deep blue water.”
Who are you? I ask.
How can I trust you? I plead.
With the harmony of a symphony
the voice replies
“I am You.”
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