At dVerse Lisa is hosting Prosery with an invitation to write a piece of prose (144 words) including a line from the ‘Chambered Nautilus’ by Oliver Wendell Holmes Snr.
The line is: “Through the deep caves of thought I hear a voice that sings.”
“Practice listening to your intuition, your inner voice; ask questions, be curious …” Clarissa Pinkola Estes
Being Sung To Life
I’m not sure how long I sat, or conscious of the passage of the sky twins, sun and moon, or that I’d strayed from where I’d begun. Neither hunger nor other need pressed upon me as I Travelled my mind freely. Having lost my original intention, which I noticed was neither good or ill, it just was, I lost myself in myself seeking pieces of something that would make a picture, no matter how abstract.
I sifted and rolled thoughts as sweet things on my tongue, taking pleasure with each one. Initially this maze was a swirling mass, then suddenly, through the deep caves of thought I hear a voice that sings my secret name. Just that. Nothing else was sung, but I implicitly understood its energy. Nothing was given, yet I received so much. There is a wholeness when being sung to life.
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