Whispers live inside the body,
in tiny open spaces like the gaps
between rocks out of which pours
the sweetest spring water you have
ever tasted. If only you’d kneel,
search, find the source, the whispers
would tell you which way to turn,
when to stop, and what you need
in words as ancient as the air
that flows out of caves. You could
make a whole map of your life
just by sitting still and listening
until the small voice becomes
like a song you’ve been singing
since long before you were born.
—James Crews
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