I’m convinced there is within us all a discerning “voice.” I don’t want to call it anything, or give it a name. It’s beyond names, beyond our manipulations and impositions and it’s absolutely universal. All people have it and can experience it, and do. The issue is only just how conscious and awake we are to it.
My hope resides in this voice because it reminds me that in the mess of confusion, illusion and falsity there is something at the heart of all things that always remains constant and devoted to whispering truth in to whatever situation arises. It sifts truth from falsehood, brings new perspective, creates order out of chaos, and announces respect, beauty and love.
What I find so captivating about this discerning “voice” is that it has spoken throughout history in to the lives of people who have been in the most extreme of circumstances and their documentation of these experiences have brought light and inspiration to us all. To know that this same voice also graces our inner lives is sheer gift, and therein lies our unity with one another, at a level we have not yet even begun to explore and grasp.
But sadly we’ve lost touch with this “voice.” So far and distant has it become, that we hear only the faint murmurings of its profound and liberating wisdom and we’re the poorer for it. I often wonder if the greatest journey before us is not the gradual restoration of our hearing and our responding to this “voice” at the very heart of all things.