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Here's the wonderful poem that Audrey shared tonight ... text follows the audio below: Play Audio:   When Moved By Voices   When moved by voices crystal clear crisp like a calling succumbs you and you fall fearless, love - a shield -  and you walk as if you can't fall because  you won't.   When you walk enwrapped in clouds grace surrounds you elegance nudging you along Nothing 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 dissolve like dreams   When moved by stories our eyes dance hearts smile babies sigh like they know it all but we - our hearts heavy- breathe 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."   So. Be moved by voices.   Let them call you to sing your true song. Let the cliffs of Mount Everest ring 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 alive invincible 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 betwe... [View Full Comment]

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

crisp

like a calling

succumbs you and

you fall fearless,

love - a shield - 

and you walk as if

you can't fall

because 

you won't.

 

When you walk enwrapped in clouds

grace surrounds you

elegance

nudging you along

Nothing

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

dissolve

like dreams

 

When moved by stories

our eyes dance

hearts smile

babies sigh

like they know it all

but we - our hearts heavy-

breathe

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."

 

So.

Be moved

by voices.

 

Let them call you to sing

your true song.

Let the cliffs of Mount Everest

ring

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

alive

invincible

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 

fear/regret/uncertainty

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

fall

like leaves in autumn,

when wisdom says it's time to go

home.

 

We all go home one day.

The voices take us there

in circles.

 

Begin again.

 

(written July 15, 2010)

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This is a pretty deep passage.

It reminded me of a conversation I heard betweek a monk and a student:

Student: "How do I serve others?"
Monk: "What others? Serve yourself!"
Student: "How do I serve myself?"
Monk: "Take care of others."