The Voice

My teacher's words 
are those I share with my students.
Those words handed to me deliberately,
I now offer them.
And when received, 
I see the electric glint in their Eye.

Breasts like cresting waves
Despite attempts to manicure and shave
dirt under my nails and stray hairs
reveal my Wildness.

As within, so without.
And so I look to my Environment 
to Heal and Soothe
as I look inwards to Heal and Soothe
the External.
The mirror ...
Sun-diamonds glimmer on a Lake.
I am Awake.
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I now have the feeling in my Solar Plexus
of what it is to Be.
I feel the urge, almost like a purge,
to Create.
This voice, not mine, never was,
comes through and I am Happy, 
Blissed,
to be Home.
What words will you speak through me
dear Voice.

Finally 
in Letting Go, I find you.
In surrendering, I fill.
Been waiting for you, yet here you are 
- have been here all along.
I am reminded of 'my' True Nature.
No 'I', just Being.

A vessel for Spirit, a Presence within.
Letting go, I have heard the Call.
Now I am present again to Manifest
to hold dear Angelic Breath, Guidance.
Oh to Listen!
I'm Free.