The Sound Of Me
A gentle reflection on rhythm, soul, and remembering the music within.
When I listen to the sound of me,
I hear a vibration,
a living current,
flowing like a silver stream.
Water bubbles softly,
like children at play,
free in their joy.
There is a pulse within me,
throbbing with quiet potential,
a fizz rising gently through my being
with a tender hiss of becoming.
Waves lap upon the shoreline
of my own rhythm,
and the ouroboros of life
circles through my heart,
ending, beginning, ending again.
Birdsong gathers in the air,
sweet symphonies weave through morning light,
mellow notes remind me
that life was never meant to be forced.
But at times when I forget
to hear the sound of myself,
everything just tightens.
One knotty tone repeats itself
again and again,
sharp, strained, without flowing melody.
No softness, no undulation.
Only the shrill ache of disconnection.
So I return to listening.
And the angels play harps
through the fibres of my soul,
plucking light through every hidden thread
until I remember the music of who I am.
Because I never want to miss this sacred song,
the empty yet overflowing fullness of me,
asking life to keep on playing.
And so, in bliss I dance.
Guinevere 09:05:26
Jeni @ Peace Of Mind Health 🤍
Holistic Healing • Reflexology • Reiki • Somatic Therapy • Sound & Vibrational Healing
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https://peaceofmindhealth.co.uk/
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