Poem: Whispers of the Higher-self

Whispers of the higher-self, so pure,
Like winds that through the cosmos stir,
They hum in quiet, sacred tones,
A truth that speaks through ancient stones.

They beckon from a place beyond,
Where time and space are merely spawned,
Where light transcends the darkened veil,
And love remains, a gentle sail.

In silence deep, the whispers call,
To shed the ego, break the wall,
They echo softly in the mind,
A language ancient, undefined.

“Awaken now, and you shall see,
The world is more than you believed to be,
The stars, the trees, the air you breathe,
Are parts of you, the truth you seek.”

Their voice is like a soft caress,
A presence deep, both still and blessed,
It guides the heart, the soul, the way,
And teaches truth with each new day.

The higher-self, a light within,
A place where peace and joy begin,
Whispers softly, ever near—
Trust the path, for you are here.

In quiet moments, hear the sound,
The sacred whispers all around,
They lead you home, where all is known,
In truth and love, you’re not alone.

Thank-you for reading.

Much Love and Light,

Brenda Marie Fluharty