Before I turn to the outside with choice, I rise in and listen to the inner voice.
To the whispers of the spirit when calling, sounds of the soul when tuning. Own voice could be music to the heart, could be rhythm to the ears and other parts, I bind with desire and passion, I flirt with abundance and compassion. When I speak it is all action, and when I let go it is not abandon. Always experience an inner sizzle, while compounding the whole riddle. The moment I embrace my inner me, is the second I smell the scent of we. Now it is time to turn to the outside, to embrace the world and bide. And I shall call you to join me, to love, give, bound and live happily.
By Rim Salamouny