The Bird Who Found Its Voice

There is a Nightingale hiding in the forest of your Soul

who longs to weave your Song

with the Sun, the Moon, the Stars

and the turning Seasons.

It is an indigenous Song

that emanates from

the Power of Creation itself.

It sings

to the Wind

to the Grass,

to the Sky,

to the Morning dew

without thought of use

but for the need of its own Expression.

And if you allow yourself to be sung

from the deepest Source,not only the Wound

you have been trying to hide,

but the Awe you allow yourself to feel,

not only will you heal your Pain;

the Medicine of your Voice

will become a Summer Sun offering its

healing Warmthto someone else

­­— as an essential Note

in the great Choir of Belonging.