As I walk in the morning forest I hear the most beautiful choir of birds chirping out their natural songs here and there as they fly from branch to branch. The brook dances over the stones and rocks bubbling its simple song of joy. The wind sings through the leaves on the trees. All nature sings together in a spontaneous and natural unaffected way. It is singing out its essence without shyness or fear; without judgement, evaluation or condemnation. Nature -- robed in its own beauty singing out its divine soul freely without imposed structure or secret agenda.
What if we could follow in the footsteps of nature and just allow our own music to be heard: our own song: our
song of the soul? What if we, as part of the divine mind, are created to sing our own divine song springing from the heart of creation --- as natural and spontaneous as the song of the nightingale? or lark? or even the crow? the dolphin or whale? All these songs have a place in our world and so does your song: so does your voice whatever judgement you have made about it, It still belongs and it still longs to be heard.
Even my dogs howl out their song when I'm playing my native flutes ---and they sing in tune and in harmony with each other - tails wagging joyfully all the while.
What if we could follow in the footsteps of nature and just allow our own music to be heard: our own song: our
song of the soul? What if we, as part of the divine mind, are created to sing our own divine song springing from the heart of creation --- as natural and spontaneous as the song of the nightingale? or lark? or even the crow? the dolphin or whale? All these songs have a place in our world and so does your song: so does your voice whatever judgement you have made about it, It still belongs and it still longs to be heard.
Even my dogs howl out their song when I'm playing my native flutes ---and they sing in tune and in harmony with each other - tails wagging joyfully all the while.
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