The Voice

rain on tulips

We cling to the material world,
yet we wonder if there is more.
Why is it that we feel this
longing, this prompting to
explore…a voice inside that
silently whispers to us?

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6 Responses to The Voice

  1. Laura Crean says:

    because deep in all of us at our very soul’s level we feel this abhoration of coveting materialism and crave the non material treasures of the universe 🙂

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  2. dulzimordash says:

    Reblogged this on Nature’s Abhorred Vacuum.

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  3. incaunipocrit says:

    Reblogged this on The Blogspaper.

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  4. Thank you sharing this beautiful melding of image and words. Yes, that voice… who is speaking?

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