When we set aside the cacophony of racing thoughts
Sitting in the peace of stillness, silencing the chatter
Allowing the pressures of the external to temporarily fade
We can then listen to that quiet inner voice, the felt sense
It is there, dear soul, that a light glows in the dark
A knowing above all knowing, without any evidence
But the warmth and pull of our fervent hearts
Reminding us what matters on this adventure of life
Teaching us to trust in our souls’ calm, steady guidance
As it quietly leads us to that place we call home.
I have struggled to listen at times to this felt sense,
Choosing instead the harshness of cold facts and reality
Closing the door on the only reliable compass that I know
Which is my heart, dear soul, in all of its sentimentality
And when I can sit there in the quiet, listening softly
A light glows from within, awakening my doubtful soul
Pulling me up from my aching onto shaking feet
Whispering words of encouragement to try again.
Maybe it is in the intuitiveness of this sixth sense
That we hear, we finally hear, what we need the most
We see for the first time with a lens of clarity our life
We feel the way forward as if drawn toward light.