Isn't this the truth?
What's especially interesting is
identifying whose voice the echo belongs to.
And what mood they were in when they were speaking.
I seem to have an entire choir...with many, many male vocals...
or maybe its only my father singing in harmony with himself?
(He was almost always parroting churchy utterances.)
What a delight to discern your own true voice...
maybe humming quietly from a secret place,
hidden down deep in the delicious darkness
or shouting loudly in a solitary spot
where no one but you can hear.
Or maybe it's "heard"
through the people you care for,
by the works you perform,
the images you make,
the gardens you tend,
the meals you create,
how you express your loves.
I know its magnificent
whenever or wherever you find it.
Namaste'
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