The Voices from the Past
Every morning I can feel the voices from the past.
Echo after echo comes,
some gentle, some that last.
Pieces of a life I lived,
shadows passing through.
Sometimes something older speaks,
from those who came before me too.
They may rise inside the body,
they may come as pain.
But I listen with awareness,
and I do not live the same.
These voices are not me.
They are echoes passing by.
I can hear them,
I can heal them,
I can let the old things die.
With love I change my actions.
With prayer I clear the way.
What belonged to yesterday
does not have to rule today.
Fire comes and burns the traces,
Agni shows me how.
Water flows and washes gently what I no longer need now.
Air arrives like quiet wind,
sometimes like a storm.
It blows away the old vibrations so something new can form.
Earth goes deep beneath my feet,
cuts the ancient roots away,
then grows new roots inside me for the life I choose today.
Myrsky, little Lord of Storm,
teaches power when winds rise.
Tuisku, little Lord of Wind,
shows me movement through the skies.
Routa, little Lord of Earth,
teaches roots and where I stand.
Lilja, Fairy of Nature,
brings her softness to my hand.
The kittens teach me every day in ways that words cannot explain.
Through their presence I remember life can grow through change and pain.
Usva loves her kittens with a mother’s quiet care.
Lila and Jättis give their love each time we meet and share.
And the Divine gives love to me in ways both strong and
mild.
Through the Gods and Goddesses,
through nature, hearts, and life.
Agni teaches how to live with fire in my soul.
Not to burn myself away,
but let the fire make me whole.
I change the way I act.
I break the old design.
I chant, I breathe,
I meditate, and choose a different line.
The old can die within this life.
A new one can begin.
Death and rebirth are not so far.
They can happen deep within.
These voices are not me.
They are echoes passing by.
I can hear them,
I can heal them,
I can let the old things die.
With fire, water, air,
and earth, with love I clear the way.
I am born again inside with every conscious day.
Om Kleem Namo
Narayanay
Angali
Varahi Parvati
Om Kleem Namo Narayanay
Angali
Varahi Parvati
Vishnu, Angali,
Varahi,
Parvati, thank you for these words.
The old becomes the silence.
The new begins to breathe.