Wednesday, October 8, 2014

Sarah La Rosa - A voice

And you hear a voice that seems to originate in your belly, speaking a word that repeats, over and over and over until you know you will never again forget your name, your identity, your birthright.

There is a fierce calling-to in the blood that yearns to fullness. Any unattended corner of the soul left in open emptiness craves the satisfaction that comes with knowing one's name. One's true name, given before the edges of time and space, the name that sleeps restlessly in the bones, awaiting the release that comes only with your soul wakening.

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