Path of My Heart

At a certain point,

the only path

I could see

as holding any

possibility for anything

real

wasn’t a path I could

see at all.

It was the one

that unfolded as I

stepped.

It was a winding

path.

I walked

alone or with a

smaller group at times.

But I never regretted

taking the path

of my heart.

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My Own True Voice

I began to listen

with my heart

to words

reflecting my own

inner knowing.

There was a calling forth

and allowing of

my own true voice

to flow out

though my own

unique experiences

and join

with others

in such a way

as to form

a symphony

of clear sound

and the accompanying

pauses.

I began to

see my own small part

and those around me

as connected

and important —

leading us safely

through all that was

unclear.