|  | |  When we seek something that remains hidden from us is necessary to call out. If what we seek is eternal then it has a face and can hear us. We each have a voice. For some, that voice is painting, for others it is in the understanding of nature, for me it is music. When we don't use our voice we will be forever lost. Music is my voice to cry out. When it is blocked, when it lies, when it serves empty purposes, it cannot be heard. Silence gets no reply and the way remains hidden. Silence is starvation. Silence is death. When I reach into my soul and pull out the questions that I cannot put into words, then my voice is true, my cry can be heard, and what I seek will light up its beacon. | |
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