Just what are you saying, my old heart?
What are your whispers about?
What old wounds are you crying of?
What treasures are you hiding deep inside?
What longings are you carrying on?
What gifts are you offering?
What blessings are you pouring out?
Where are you sending out your calling?
Where do you want to guide me to?
I’m here, my heart…
I feel your rhythm…
it brings me the breath of life
I see your stories…
visions of golden sands and deep waters
visions of wild nature and endless skies
And, most of all…
I hear you now, my heart…
In the stillness of your source
In the depth of your silence
I am listening…
In your light
I find my rebirth
And in your love
I find myself