A Voice of Your Own

Darkness assumed
anything in depth; lightless, afraid
with soul though, brighter it grows.
For descending into soul
is to ascend into glory.

What was that sound?
From what source
was such clarity?

A soul speaks,
soul deep.
Listen deep.
Soul has voice.
That voice is yours.

Attention proffered.
Free to see.
Love directs.

A need visible,
like never before
clearly you see.

You saw clearly.
You were present.
You chose to act.

Did you choose Trueness?
Did Trueness choose you?
In the flow, choice and chosen
are one and same.

−J. Brunson

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