In certain moments,
Deep in stillness,
You may hear it,
A faint melody.
A call of destiny,

The sore tunes,
Softly drifting into your mind,
Reaching out to your heart,
Remaining in the back room,
Left open in your soul.

To be on a voyage,
When the path is wild,
But ocean calm,
And no wind to sail,
To a destination within.

Voyager, keep sailing,
To seek and find,
What’s already deep inside,
Hidden in plain sight,
The purpose of your life.
Gokarna beach, India, 2009.
Poem by face reading Master, Eric Standop.
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