The voice of a herald

As the tides
so are people drawn by invisible forces.
We are of the same water
and together we are an ocean.
Thus; I am a drop of the same vulnerability
and to become my own human self
I need to be reborn in silence and solitude;
to be rescued:
away from the stream moulding everyone to be the same,
away from the roar and rumble filling my brain,
and suppressing the whispering voice of a herald.

Silence tunes in my soul to voiceless sounds and wordless messages;
to hear the breathing of all being.
A web of invisible threads sensing vibrations from roots
beyond thousands of years
connects me with all life, with its every existence.
I will become my own human self
by opening out to the unknown,
revering wisdom, seeing its beauty
and carrying love as a guiding light in my heart.