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    On Jul 29, 2010 Bhoutik wrote:

    Here's the wonderful poem that Audrey shared tonight ... text follows the audio below:

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    When Moved By Voices
    When moved by voices
    crystal clear
    like a calling
    succumbs you and
    you fall fearless,
    love - a shield - 
    and you walk as if
    you can't fall
    you won't.
    When you walk enwrapped in clouds
    grace surrounds you
    nudging you along
    can break you.
    Fear and loneliness a distant memory
    when you know you can make a
    weathered old man laugh
    a recovering alcoholic smile
    light a spark
    in the eye
    of a stranger.
    Like rising with the sun
    your thoughts first a vague pink dream
    in slumber
    light floods the valley
    last night's stars
    like dreams
    When moved by stories
    our eyes dance
    hearts smile
    babies sigh
    like they know it all
    but we - our hearts heavy-
    through stories
    like a dream the monk told me:
    "Life is all a dream,
    it's just a matter of picking
    the one
    you want to be in."
    Be moved
    by voices.
    Let them call you to sing
    your true song.
    Let the cliffs of Mount Everest
    to the depths of souls like no light
    has ever seen
    like when the stars dance
    and the holes we all carry in
    our hearts
    are mended
    for a moment the world exists
    like nothing could go wrong
    dream me up the right songs
    listen on the right days
    and soon
    in each moment
    you'll hear a voice
    that moves you.
    It's you.
    [Part II]
    When moved by voices
    years ago
    the timid young man
    who moved a nation
    the discerning mother
    of a saint
    the spiritual beggar
    who spins circles round my dreams
    and tells me
    the world will fall apart
    but love
    will save us.
    Somewhere in the spaces
    between our conversations
    the echoes off the walls
    when the room is empty
    love waits.
    Eternal patience
    holding me 
    in the palm of her hand
    my eyes seeping in 
    love plops me on her lap
    cradles me on nights
    I think I'm slipping 
    through the cracks
    she holds me
    like a dancer moves still air--
    with hope.
    And suddenly
    I'm as silent as I began
    but the voices linger
    as intuition
    floods the cracks
    I used to fall through
    Something tells me
    the pain in my back will go away
    the burns in my eyes will cool
    bruises will heal
    babies will walk
    and lust and love one day
    into the grey humbleness of old age and
    like leaves in autumn,
    when wisdom says it's time to go
    We all go home one day.
    The voices take us there
    in circles.
    Begin again.
    (written July 15, 2010)

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