One Soul.
Two voices.
Which one is true?
Radiate into the world!
The assured confidence
of the Self, exclaims.
It is pure joy.
I have my doubts about
this.
Pensive personality dams
the waters.
It retreats in fear.
The Soul remains
steadfast on the other side.
Immune to time,
it waits patiently; all the
while poking and prodding
as if drawing in the herd.
True voice timidly begins
to step out from the
shadows.
Each step a triumph,
much like the early crocus
blooms in Spring.
True voice finds steady comfort
in the slow thaw of Spring.
As Earth yawns stretching
out her great limbs; greeting
the morning sun,
True voice gazes toward the light
and at last finds its way
home.
