We can hear the silent voice of the spiritual universe within our own hearts.
quote by Ruth St. Denis
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The Next Voice You Hear
Gather your deeds and your possessions,
Whatever certainty youve known,
Forget your heroes,
You dont really need those lasting lessons.
Stand in the open;
The next voice you hear will be your own.
But, alright, they knew how they could hurt you,
And you let them cut you to the bone.
But God forbid,
You allow them to rid you of your virtue!
Forget their laughter;
The next voice you hear will be your own.
The next voice you hear...
The next voice you hear...
The next voice you hear...
The next voice you hear...
The next voice you hear...
The next voice you hear will be your own.
Throw down your truth and check your weapons.
Dont look to see if youre alone,
Just stand your ground,
And dont turn around -- whatever happens.
Dont ask directions;
The next voice you hear will be your own.
The next voice you hear...
The next voice you hear...
The next voice you hear...
The next voice you hear...
The next voice you hear...
The next voice you hear will be your own.
song performed by by Jackson Browne
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What A Scary Thing
It is quite a fearful thing
When you're in the presence of the King
What a scary event
When you realize this body is just a tent
It is fearful to hear the voice of God
We say we want signs
We say we want miracles
Atheists say they want God to speak
But they, and we, know not what we ask
To hear Almighty God
This voice is still and small
But it sways the hearts of men
It demands action
Do you really want Him to speak?
Can you handle what He'll say?
Almighty God's voice
What a scary and awesome power
The voice that called the universe to be
Is the voice that's calling me
The voice that's calling you
I don't think you know what this means
This demands our lives
Our souls
Our everything
Are you ready for this voice?
Will you answer the call?
Now you know what you ask
So don't ask amiss
Know that you appeal to the greatest power
Of all
Humble yourself before Christ
And then boldly approach the throne of grace
That is all that you ask when you ask
To hear God
So be careful
The voice of God
What a scary thing!
And yet what a loving voice
Absolutely perfect
Love
Amen
poem by David Knox
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A Voice In The Universe
A voice in the universe
calls out to us all.
Some never hear it.
They just let it fall
on deaf ears each day
like the monkey who hears no evil
and will not listen to it say
'Awaken, you sleeping giants.
Become aware of your worth.
You have forgotten who you are
and why you are on the earth.'
Those that hear the voice so clear
have always known it was there.
They have felt the love within it
and listened to it declare
'You are made of love and nothing more.
The universe is yours.
And when you finally realize this
you will walk through all of its doors.'
poem by Edwina Reizer
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That lonely girl
Somewhere 'neath the blue sky
But a little above the deep
Somewhere in this little universe
My ears can hear something
Yes my ears can hear a voice
Stranger than every familiar thing
Better than that butterfly injured wing
Nicer than that crying droplet
More beautiful than my old love song
Louder than the firefly whisper
Quieter than the moon cry
My eyes are searching that voice
May be someone is shouting
No
No, that’s a cry
Someone in this world is crying
Someone is weeping
But no one can hear
No one can see
People don’t hear
People don’t see
People are not people
People inhale love
But exhale nothing
People's hearts are full of nothing
Love is dead in their hearts
Love is where, the stars with weepy eyes are
Love is where, whenever you look down you see nothing but red roses
Love is where, the sky is simply blue and the rainbow's smile has seven colors
Love is in that lonely girl's heart
A lonely girl nigh the pond in rain
Yes it rains
Yes it rains to wash only her eyes
Yes it rains to cover people's colorless hearts
Yes it rains, cause after that, when the rainbow comes
People will know black is not the only color
I can think
I can feel
I can hear
I can understand
I can love
She is still crying
She is crying to prove that people are harder than meteor
But softer than nothing
No feeling
No understanding
She is crying
poem by Reihaneh Jalalian
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The Lonely
The lonely live in silent moonlight
Waiting for dreams with open hearts
Soft words ripple the serene water
The sky is dark, the universe silent
A winter leaf falls to the ground
Alone in the cold wind
Through the wilderness I hear your cry
I wish I could come to your longing heart
I too am searching for the golden kingdom
Through the curtain a light shines faint
We are together in soul and spirit
Children of a dream, waiting, watching
The morning will come soon, sleep my dear
We hope we are in someone else's dream
Hearts are deep wells and fill with sorrow
Today isn't tomorrow, the lonely think it is
Love is so close it is far away
One soul to another soul, see the door way
You are far away, yet I know your soul
We are together, we both are seekers of love
poem by Joseph Narusiewicz
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I Hear
(diana ross/stan scates)
What is this i hear
Falling softly in my ears
Quietly telling me to wipe away my tears
Yesterdays are gone
And love has cleared the way
No matter who you are
You can touch the stars
Life's interactions can make you smile
Just listen to the voice in your heart
The voice is near you, it's never too far
The voice is with you, where ever you are
It's closer than close, calling to your heart
I hear the voice of love
I hear the voice of love
The voice will never leave you
It lives deep down inside
It's calling you, asking you
To open up your heart
All things are achievable
Nothing is impossible
You can reach your highest high
You can make it if you try
Life's interactions can make you smile
Just listen to the voice in your heart
The voice is near you, it's never too far
The voice is with you, where ever you are
It's closer than close, calling to your heart
I hear the voice of love
I hear the voice of love
Follow where it leads you in the dark
The voice will guide your heart
The voice is always near
I hear the voice, i found the voice
From the mountains to the sea
The voice of love is calling me
Where ever you are, the voice is near you
It's never too far, the voice is with you
I hear the voice of love
I hear the voice of love
I hear the voice of love
song performed by by Diana Ross
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Pardon?
What is that sound?
The subway train?
The people's rush?
No, those are very quiet
comparing with the silent shouts
of hearts bursting of love!
Between cracks, I hear the warmest voice:
Don't keep inside: let out, share!
Then, comes an echo..
.. from here, and there..
-Pardon! ? !
-How?
-When?
-To whom?
and..where?
poem by Elena Sandu
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That Voice Again
I want to be with you
I want to be clear
But each time I try
Its the voice I hear
I hear that voice again
Im listening to the conversation
Judge and jury in my head
Its colouring everything
All we did and said
And still I head that sharp tongue talking
Talking tangled words
I can sense the danger
Just listen to the wind
I want you close I want you near
I cant help but listen
But I dont want to hear
Hear that voice again
I want to be with you
I want to be clear
But each time I try
Its the voice I hear
I hear that voice again
Im hearing right and wrong so clearly
There must be more than this
Its only in uncertainty
That were naked and alive
I hear it through the rattle of a streetcar
Hear it through the things you said
I can get so scared
Listen to the wind
I want you close I want you near
I cant help but listen
But I dont want to hear
Hear that voice again
What I carry in my heart
Brings us so close or so far apart
Only love can make love
I want you close I want you near
I cant help but listen
But I dont want to hear
I hear that voice again
I want to be with you
I want to be clear
But each time I try
Its the voice I hear
I hear that voice again
song performed by by Peter Gabriel
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No Voice
There are times when we feel
we have no voice
we are suffocated by circumstances.
Our voice is lost in the void;
we wander with eyes open
and no mouth for things to say.
Those around us are oblivious
that our presence is near.
We are invisible
with only our ears to hear.
We have no voice to shout our protests clear,
no voice to vent our anger at what we can hear.
Our voice is silenced by circumstances
some of which we do not understand.
We have no voice today or tomorrow,
and even if we had a voice
would it be heard?
Would our words fall
on vacant and deaf ears?
The question remain unanswered
for around us silence reins.
Silent as our protests
and frustration is all we gain.
One day our gag maybe lifted,
but will it be too late.
There maybe no one around us
and our anger will be lost,
lost in the silence when no one is there.
We can only hope that one day
when the silence clears
our voice among the millions
will finally be heard.
15 September 2009
poem by David Harris
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Spiritual Awakening
Spiritual awakening....
Like crescent through the clouds...
Passing days shall make it complete and brighter...
Dark shadows shall sleep in the darkness...
Before the alter of spirituality it shall bathe in the newness of twilight...
Inseparable from the body...
If hold your chest the scars and sears of a silent night...
The roaring of thunders
Tempest in seas
Restless Cry of an infant...
Mother's spectre embracing her child's dreams
Prisoner's freedom captivated in a foreign land...
Shall speak...
For spirits of sorrow speak the pure language of love...
That abides them together till eternity in the bosom of universe...
And if you hide the imprints of silence...
Like the moon for a moonless night
And if you shall be incomplete like the crescent...
You shall be spiritual and complete too...
Radiating the light of master and calmness and serenity of death for timelessness...
And lightning up the universe (with love) , with your spirit of sorrow for eternity...
poem by Lama Abbas
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Theodore Roosevelt
Now with the dust that bore him he is one,
Silent, into into earth's silent maw ye laid him.
Dimmed is his light, as with the setting sun,
He folds his steps unto the God who made him.
When shall the weak stand and rejoice again
To see his banner in the battle's light?
When shall the humble hear his voice again
Raised from the mountain of majestic right?
O ye shall see that banner gleam again
High o'er the ramparts of a nation's goal;
O ye shall hear that voice redeem again
The blood-stained conscience of a nation's soul.
Rise ye that tremble 'mid such fearful moan,
He stands annointed at Jehovah's throne.
poem by Joseph Seamon Cotter
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Waiting For A Call
The telephone lies silent
It has laryngitis I fear.
I sit staring at it,
Mutely it stares back.
I'd gladly take a call from the double glazing people,
You know the ones who call on spec,
Just to hear a friendly voice.
Is the instrument still working?
I call the speaking clock,
Just to make sure,
Just to hear a voice,
Reverently replacing the receiver.
I watch the clock.
Time crawls.
The silence gnaws at my ears.
And still, yes still,
The telephone lies silent.
P H Brookes Copyright 2012
poem by Paul Brookes
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Silent screams
Can you hear it?
The silent screams.
The screams that come from my hart.
My life was invaded.
And the pain lingers on.
It hurts God it really hurts.
The silent screams in my head.
I hear them but can you?
I hear them cos I'm screaming them.
But they are silenced by my fear.
Silent screams silent screams.
This is all I had when you did what you did.
Silent screams.
Emobolised by fear.
And overpowered by you.
I couldnt do a thing.
Except have silent screams.
poem by Amy Louise Kerswell
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Care For One Another..
Look at the hearts only,
Beating inside punctually,
as the stars majestically,
One above other vertically,
Hearts are beating vibrantly.
One above the other in high rise,
hearts toil with no surprise,
as the galaxies and constellations,
Hearts are beating horizontally,
Few hearts in big space,
Many hearts in small place,
as the diamonds twinkle in space,
Hearts are found in the ocean,
Hearts are there in the mountains,
Hearts are loitering in the jungles,
Hearts are beating in places,
as the planted gems above us,
Daring hearts are weak,
Weaker hearts are strong,
Most hearts are healthy,
Run and work in safety,
A few suffer and are sickly,
Clogged with fat and heavy,
Rich and poor man's hearts,
Educated and uneducated hearts,
Good and evil hearts,
Agnostic and spiritual hearts,
Healthy and sick hearts,
Beat everywhere to show,
That we care for one another,
and we love one another,
as we look at the stars,
the stars look at our hearts.
poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi
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Once Full of Life
Hear her heart beat
Hear her heart thump
Hear her silent thoughts
Hear her silent tears
How she’s been sad for years
Hear her heart crack
Hear her heart cry
Hear her heart once full of life
Hear her beatless heart, shriveled, dark and dry.
Hear her heartbeat-slowly die
poem by Dani SCREAMS
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A Little Voice From My Past
When I hear your voice calling,
calling, 'Mama, mama please'
It's then I come a running
and get down on my knees.
I know I hear your voice.
It's calling to me now.
I don't know where you are baby
but I hear your voice somehow.
In my head I hear you.
Your voice is all that's left.
I keep it in my memory,
I am so bereft.
Please let your little voice
so little and so small
call 'Mama, mama please, '
so your voice I can recall.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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This Is My Voice
This is my voice,
Sad, prolonged, fever pitched,
With some intermittent turbulence
In between a concentrated discourse
But
Still in a slow, smooth, sailing like
A canoe on a very clear silent running river
And
Some rapids, and rocks somewhere, may distort,
This voice
Of mine,
Or
At the edge for which a waterfall rages,
This
Voice
Of
Mine,
May sound like a violent fall of a hundred heavy waters,
Not a drip, but a hundred heavy, heavy falling waters,
As though the whole word is falling down
On your
Shoulder,
This is my voice, sad, on a prolonged agony,
But somehow, when tickled may move into
A mystery, not discounting the possibility of
An ecstasy,
A fantasy,
And you, my love, my beautiful reader, may hear this voice
Speaking to you in a hush of silence,
This is my voice; hear it for what it is, that is all that I ask of you,
I am myself speaking. I am real, this voice of mine.
Listen to me.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Nineteen
This is my voice,
Sad, prolonged, fever pitched,
With some intermittent turbulence
In between a concentrated discourse
But
Still in a slow, smooth, sailing like
A canoe on a very clear silent running river
And
Some rapids, and rocks somewhere, may distort,
This voice
Of mine,
Or
At the edge for which a waterfall rages,
This
Voice
Of
Mine,
May sound like a violent fall of a hundred heavy waters,
Not a drip, but a hundred heavy, heavy falling waters,
As though the whole word is falling down
On your
Shoulder,
This is my voice, sad, on a prolonged agony,
But somehow, when tickled may move into
A mystery, not discounting the possibility of
An ecstasy,
A fantasy,
And you, my love, my beautiful reader, may hear this voice
Speaking to you in a hush of silence,
This is my voice; hear it for what it is, that is all that I ask of you,
I am myself speaking. I am real, this voice of mine.
Listen to me.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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I will be speaking to you in my own voice
This is my voice,
Sad, prolonged, fever pitched,
With some intermittent turbulence
In between a concentrated discourse
But
Still in a slow, smooth, sailing like
A canoe on a very clear silent running river
And
Some rapids, and rocks somewhere, may distort,
This voice
Of mine,
Or
At the edge for which a waterfall rages,
This
Voice
Of
Mine,
May sound like a violent fall of a hundred heavy waters,
Not a drip, but a hundred heavy, heavy falling waters,
As though the whole word is falling down
On your
Shoulder,
This is my voice, sad, on a prolonged agony,
But somehow, when tickled may move into
A mystery, not discounting the possibility of
An ecstasy,
A fantasy,
And you, my love, my beautiful reader, may hear this voice
Speaking to you in a hush of silence,
This is my voice; hear it for what it is, that is all that I ask of you,
I am myself speaking. I am real, this voice of mine.
Listen to me.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Secrets
Charge into the vein
Like a needle for the pain
Thunderbolts clashing down
A new sound across the land
Force we are the pawns
Conveying a new dawn
Hear the screams, feel the force
In a symphony of steel
Across the universe
Embracing all mankind
There's something in our hearts worth fighting for
Some Secrets better left untold
And when the time has come for us to die
We'll take the Secrets to the grave
No, here they stand
The resistance, hand in hand
When you think we are gone
We will rise a brand new dawn
Across the universe
Embracing all mankind
There's something in our hearts worth fighting for
Some Secrets better left untold
And when the time has come for us to die
We'll take the Secrets to the grave
Charge, hear the screams
It's the fear of the unseen
Force, no remorse
It's a symphony of steel
Across the universe
Embracing all mankind
You can't break a metal heart
And it's far too wild to tame
There's something in our hearts worth fighting for
Some Secrets better left untold
And when the time has come for us to die
We'll take the Secrets to the grave
song performed by by Hammerfall
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