Listen, He speaks again
The one no one sees but is the brain
Doesn't lie, he has nothing to gain
So good and pure, just like the rain
He comes when we seek answers
With the truth he comes, unlike some liars
"Wake up, it's time," he whispers in our slumber
With gentle words, a touch from a lover
In the silence, He speaks loud and clear
A guiding voice, always near
He knows our hearts, our deepest fears
And whispers hope through all our tears.
He's the voice of reason in chaotic minds
A gentle breeze that soothes and aligns
He's the truth we seek, the peace we find
And in His wisdom, our hearts inclines.
He is Me
He is You
He is Our Inner One.
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Thanks for reading, everyone.
I was talking to a beautiful soul tonight, and she said something about listening to her inner man or the gentle voice that talks to her (conscience), which always helps her make the right decisions. This prompts me to write a poem about our inner voice that always corrects us and tells us the right things to do. I hope you haven't quenched the voice of your spirit. Let's make a world everyone would be happy to live in.
