I was driven one early morning before daybreak to climb into my beat-up old Toyowagon and head up into the mountains. When I arrived, I turned on the dome light, pulled out my tablet and this is one of the two pieces created that morning.

It is all about learning to listen to the voice that always guides us accurately.

I call it...

SONG OF THE FLUTE

A promise has been made to me,
...and I have faith
That a promise is to be fulfilled
...in this place.
It has been a long, hard journey,
...as it has been for you.
One person on the road to peace,
...one person seeking Truth.
One person now exploring
...one person passing by.
One person recognizing Truth
...in another person's eyes.
I can see the doubt in you,
...and it's all right.
For I know it's just remembering
...the times it wasn't right.
The mysteries that you have sought
...and thought that you had found
Turned out to be infertile seed
...cast upon the ground
......and scattered.
Now what matters
...is that you recognize the voice
That always speaks the Truth to you
...when you have a choice.
So stop one moment, if you will
...and let the voice speak out.
Let it grow in power
...until there is no doubt.
For therein lies the knowledge
...that I cannot relate.
Therein lies your answers
...and your fate.

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Nice poem .

Nice poem.