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I am barely a whisper of who I am becoming.
Sometimes I scream, but still, I am a whisper, and a screaming whisper is heard only by certain skilled ears.
I turn toward those who hear me; those who bid me to become full voiced.
I turn away, at last, from the safe and terrible sanctuary of those who fashion me into what they would have me be.
A slow thing; yes, slow is best; slow is how my progress is made.
As the translucently thin layers are peeled, I stand, bare, barely a whisper.
Becoming who I was born to be.
Tread softly here.

This is so lovely… and deep… makes me wonder if what one “is becoming” matters more than what one “is”… and how do we draw the line between the two?… and should we bother?Don’t mind me. I’m sleep deprived. 😉

The Rickster

January 5, 2004

I am listening, and treading very softy, so I don’t miss anything. 🙂

XistDense

January 5, 2004

Shhhhhh. (Backing softly out. *S*)

(Tip toeing in) This is beautiful. So are you : ) Gentle Hugs (Tip toeing out)

RYN: Thanks. Nice to hear from you MeEx! Best wishes. John

redmoonrising

January 5, 2004

i think i am whimpering…perhaps to graduate to a whisper, for i surely know my insides are screaming…

“When we wish to visit you, and you are off being something you were not born to be, we can’t find you. We knock on the door, and no one’s home.” -Bashar, a channeled being who speaks through Darryl Anka. He goes on to say that it is only when we become our authentic self that we fit into the place that is meant for us in this great game of life. Courage is fear that has said its prayers.

Isn’t it something how we only just start to become who we were born to be later in life? I’m glad for the journey but I wonder what it would have been like for a glimpse of what I was meant to be back when I was younger. :o)

Gilraen Tinehtele

January 5, 2004

such a haunting entry. it leaves me speechless.. and, a bit worried. take care of you,

hugs,

~Wings~

January 5, 2004

when you whisper it just makes those who love you lean in all the closer so that we may not miss what you have to say. hugs,

i hope i can be one of those who let you be a butterfly and that i’m not part of the cocoon *hugs* here’s to yelling yourself into space and gracing the skies with you because you are a star! love you -Colette

Singing Nun

January 6, 2004

Let me lean in and whisper in your ear….I hear you…shhhh..and you can whisper, you can shout, you can cry, you can cheer – I’m here, listening – understanding.