Returning to Your True Voice

 

𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝒮𝑜𝓃𝑔 𝑜𝒻 𝒮𝑜𝓊𝓃𝒹, 𝒫𝒶𝓊𝓈𝑒, 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝐵𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓉𝒽𝑒

𝒰𝓃𝒹𝑒𝓇𝓃𝑒𝒶𝓉𝒽 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝑔𝓇𝑜𝓊𝓃𝒹,

𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓇𝑒’𝓈 𝒶 𝑔𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓉 𝒷𝑜𝓌𝓁 𝑜𝒻 𝒹𝒾𝓋𝒾𝓃𝑒 𝓈𝑜𝓊𝓃𝒹.

𝒲𝑒 𝒶𝓁𝓁 𝒶𝓇𝑒 𝒷𝑜𝓇𝓃 𝒻𝓇𝑜𝓂 𝒾𝓉,

𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝓇𝑜𝑜𝓉𝓈 𝓈𝓉𝒾𝓁𝓁 𝓅𝓁𝓊𝑔𝑔𝑒𝒹 𝒾𝓃 

𝓉𝑜 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓌𝒶𝓇𝓂 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝒾𝓃𝓋𝒾𝓉𝒾𝓃𝑔,

𝑔𝓁𝑜𝓌𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒶𝓁𝓂𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉𝓎.

𝐿𝑒𝒶𝓃 𝒾𝓃𝓉𝑜 𝒾𝓉 – 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒶𝓇𝑒 𝒾𝓉𝓈 𝒸𝒽𝒾𝓁𝒹 – 

𝒶 𝓋𝒾𝒷𝓇𝒶𝓃𝓉 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝒻𝒾𝑒𝓇𝒸𝑒 𝓈𝑜𝓊𝓃𝒹 𝒷𝑒𝒶𝓇𝑒𝓇.

𝐼𝓉 𝓊𝓃𝓁𝑜𝒸𝓀𝓈 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓈𝑒𝑒𝓈 𝓎𝑜𝓊,

𝒷𝓊𝓉 𝓃𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓇 𝓉𝒶𝓂𝑒𝓈 𝑜𝓇 𝓉𝑜𝓊𝒸𝒽𝑒𝓈 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝓌𝒾𝓁𝒹.

𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝓂𝑜𝓇𝑒 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒶𝓁𝓁𝑜𝓌 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝓈𝑜𝓃𝑔

𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒸𝓁𝑒𝒶𝓇𝑒𝓇 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒷𝑒𝒸𝑜𝓂𝑒.

𝒲𝒽𝑒𝓃 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝓋𝑜𝒾𝒸𝑒 𝓇𝓊𝓃𝓈 𝒹𝓇𝓎,

𝒲𝒽𝑒𝓃 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓁𝑜𝓈𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓈𝓅𝒶𝓇𝓀, 𝓁𝑜𝒸𝓀 𝒾𝓃 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝒸𝓇𝓎,

𝒫𝒜𝒰𝒮𝐸 &

𝐵𝑅𝐸𝒜𝒯𝐻𝐸

𝒯𝓇𝒶𝒸𝑒 𝒷𝒶𝒸𝓀 𝓉𝑜 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓉𝒾𝓂𝑒 𝓌𝒽𝑒𝓃 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓌𝑒𝓇𝑒 – 

𝓌𝒽𝑒𝓃 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒹𝒶𝓃𝒸𝑒𝒹 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝓈𝑜𝓊𝓃𝒹,

𝒻𝑒𝑒𝓁𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓌𝒽𝑜𝓁𝑒 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝒶𝓁𝓁𝑜𝓌𝑒𝒹.

𝒯𝒽𝓇𝑜𝓌 𝑜𝓊𝓉 𝒶 𝒽𝓊𝓂 𝓉𝑜 𝒻𝒾𝓈𝒽 𝒻𝑜𝓇 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝓁𝑜𝓈𝓉 𝓋𝑜𝒾𝒸𝑒.

𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝓈𝑜𝓃𝑔𝓈 𝒹𝓇𝒶𝓌𝓃 𝓉𝑜 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝒽𝑜𝓂𝑒𝓁𝒶𝓃𝒹 

𝑔𝒶𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓇 𝒾𝓃 𝓁𝒾𝓃𝑒𝓈 𝓉𝑜 𝒷𝓇𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒷𝒶𝒸𝓀 𝓉𝑜 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝓌𝒾𝓁𝒹,

𝓉𝑜 𝒸𝒶𝓁𝓁 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒷𝒶𝒸𝓀 𝓉𝑜 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓅𝓁𝒶𝒸𝑒𝓈  

𝓌𝒽𝑒𝓇𝑒 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝓉𝓇𝓊𝑒 𝓈𝑜𝓊𝓃𝒹 𝒸𝒶𝓃 𝒷𝑒 𝒻𝑜𝓊𝓃𝒹,

𝓉𝑜 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓅𝓁𝒶𝒸𝑒𝓈 𝒶𝓈 𝑜𝓅𝑒𝓃 𝒹𝑜𝑜𝓇𝓈, 𝓁𝑒𝒶𝒹𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒽𝑜𝓂𝑒.

𝒯𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝒾𝓈 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓀𝒾𝓃𝒹 𝑜𝒻 𝒽𝒶𝓇𝓂𝑜𝓃𝓎 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒶𝓇𝑒.

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This week’s poem invites you to explore – to notice the changes and movement of energy within you.

How did the poem make you feel?

What was there before that weren’t afterwards?

What was there afterwards that weren’t there before?

Where did it take you?

Drink in your own sound as you read it, and also

listen in.

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May peace be with you.

♡ Hele