What if this voice is NOT so small?
This Voice is not Small
I've been kidding myself that this "little" voice,
(the one that whispers in secret to me)
That this quiet voice is so small!
So fragile, so quiet, so timid and light
No wonder it cannot be heard.
“This world is so big and scary,” I’ll say,
“Whoever wants to hear a voice so small?”
And suddenly it’s clear, I see
That the smallness is invented by me
Blinded and deafened by external noise,
My habit is to pinch off this hose.
I'm persuaded to cover it up, ignore it,
Silence it, appease it, feel ashamed of it.
Lulled by these habits, I've been adding my story
To the long, sleepy mural of mankind
But suddenly it’s clear
That this voice is not small!
I may only allow it a crack to speak through
But its Truth cannot be denied
No matter how quietly it whispers
Nor how frequently I forget
It's always repeating its gentle loving Truth.
This voice is not small!
The cracks in the conditioning begin to yawn wide
It's clear that my apparent foundation
Was just a convincing layer of lies
This voice is Eternal, it's who I am, who we all are
And as its vibrations rise and conditioning collapses
I see I was Whole after all
Before all, after all.
This Voice IS the Vastness, the Endlessness
This Voice has never been small
And now I know we are One
We can Sing
This Voice and I, aligned
And project the love that I AM
This Voice rises in effortless song
And now it’s all that I hear:
BE THE LOVE THAT YOU ARE
BE ALL OF THE LOVE THAT YOU ARE