Layer by layer,
A voice will call,
Peeling away,
One veil or all.
Single and gently,
Pulling away,
Revealing more,
A voice to stay,
Calming and soothing,
As each veil removed,
Trusting slowly,
A voice approved,
To slowly allow,
And simply accept,
The sharing to one,
Of secrets kept.
It’s always a choice,
To accept and allow,
A voice to guide,
In the here and now,
Leading deeper,
Within yourself,
As each veil reveals,
A new layer or shelf,
That holds the memories,
And knowledge revealed,
Veil by veil,
The voice unsealed,
And through each layer,
Behind each veil,
Grab hold of the knowledge,
Of your own holy grail.
For within each layer,
Within each fold,
Bring with you the best,
The learnings of gold.
Each colored veil,
From white to black,
Sliding each veil,
Away from the track,
Of hiding secrets,
Habits of old,
Letting go,
From differences told,
Where as you do,
The voice will guide,
Each veil falling,
Into the slide,
Of what the mind,
And soul can do,
With one voice deep,
Unveiling you.
Day by day,
A new veil slips,
Down and deeper,
In a magical trip,
Of what can be,
A freedom to be found,
One voice deep,
To find your ground.
One day soon,
Each veil will fall,
And to touch the core,
Of one and all,
Memories found
and memories lost,
A simple act of trust,
A priceless cost.
Patience and honor,
Shall always run through,
This voice that guides,
The likes of you.
