Endings, whispers Gentle nudges Forwards forwards Up and outwards Never has there been less doubt What is true rings clear and loud It surfaces against all odds Embracing it is now our calling Calling? Who’s calling? It is not I Is it you? Calling me to speak of truth? Patiently I listen to What I already knew I sensed it with my eyes Endings, whispers Gentle nudges Forwards forwards Up and onwards
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Hege, you touch upon such important aspects and present them in a concise yet engaging way and it enables any and every reader to extract the gist of it and embrace the underlying lesson(s) seamlessly.
ahh to hear the gentle nudge and tune into the subtle, means less shoves and tower moments. Beautiful wisdom in your words.