our inner voice tells us

here we are encased in body-mind feeling incomplete, we wish to expand we sense there is more to us than this but who we are we do not understand thought and senses are the tools we use yet form decays and one day we will die cognition operates in a limited spectrum our heart’s secret desire is to wingless fly trapped in the open we are yet free within in time stretched silence when ego recedes from a centreless fulcrum love calls to us cajoling us to gentle our words and deeds softening attention, our eye nonjudgmental we are then with our inner voice connected the false falls away, light of Self is revealed soul stands erect, stooped stance corrected