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In the quiet chambers of the heart live the voices whispering to the soul — The wisdom keepers — they know the secrets
The eternal rhythm— the dance of ecstatic abandon
Let the outside noise cease
Speak kindness to the despair of the world
Share the warmth of your breath at sunrise
Say hello to the songbirds and blow butterfly kisses
Caress the snowflakes and the river rocks
Become a student of living and an apprentice of gratitude —
In the wilderness of your soul’s yearning.
Bow to its shrine made of dreams and stand tall
Remember the fluid nature of existence-
It’s never born, it never dies
It’s always becoming
You are the clouds; you are the sky
You are the Wind Song
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