Listen to the faces buried in the walls.
Their voices are whispering hidden words.
Quietly, stand here and feel their breath.
Let your skin hear what your ears cannot.
Their secrets have been yours for lifetimes.
Their truths have always been known to you.
The things you can see, the things you can feel,
These are not fantasies, they are not gifts.
Your awareness is simply a protrusion.
It is a speck of your true nature.
You are not special. But you are different.
You are here for a reason. Time to Remember.
Listen to the people shuffling about us.
Their hearts are open for our inspection.
Their joy is ours. Their pain is ours.
Their happiness washes over our emptiness.
Feel with the very essence of your warmth.
Reach out, you know how. You have always known.
Don’t be afraid because you still do not understand.
The confusion will melt away. And you will remember.
Listen to my heart beating next to yours.
No matter where I am, you can hear it.
No matter where you are, you can feel it.
This is not a fantasy, this is not a gift.
We are old friends you and I. Waking up again.
Stretch your arms and yawn for me. Then take my hand.
It has been so long. But we have found each other.
It is time to remember. It is time to love again.
