The Call

Oriah Mountain Dreamer
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I have heard it all my life,
A voice calling a name I recognized as my own.
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Sometimes it comes as a soft-bellied whisper.
Sometimes it holds an edge of urgency.
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But always it says: Wake up my love. You are walking asleep.
There’s no safety in that!
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Remember what you are and let this knowing
take you home to the Beloved with every breath.
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Hold tenderly who you are, and let a deeper knowing
colour the shape of your humanness.
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There is no where to go. What you are looking for is right here.
Open the fist clenched in wanting and see what you already
hold in your hand.
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There is no waiting for something to happen,
no point in the future to get to.
All you have ever longed for is here in this moment, right now.
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You are wearing yourself out with all this searching.
Come home and rest.
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How much longer can you live like this?
Your hungry spirit is gaunt, your heart stumbles. All this trying.
Give it up!
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Let yourself be one of the God-mad,
faithful only to the Beauty you are.
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Let the Lover pull you to your feet and hold you close,
dancing even when fear urges you to sit this one out.
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Remember- there is one word you are here to say with your whole being.
When it finds you, give your life to it. Don’t be tight-lipped and stingy.
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Spend yourself completely on the saying.
Be one word in this great love poem we are writing together.

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