WHISPER OF THE DIVINE
The divine voice
That may inform us
Cannot be truly heard
Until there is an inner quietness
It cannot compete with the noise
And the thrashing about
Of the ego self
That seeks to claim ownership of all things
Including the divine
The divine voice
We may call it natural intelligence
Is always there
But to hear it
We must become silent and still
And that requires a shift of allegiance
A great dance begins
The dance of devotion to noise
Or to quietude
We may not enjoy that dance
But really it’s like a courtship
Or the dance of a moth
That has discovered the flame
The divine whispers
And can only be heard
In the silence.