The Inner Voice

The voice is softer 

then a sound of a breath 
It's presence envelopes
a heavenly air in the sky,

lighter than the sound of a newborn

I didn’t notice the first evidence
Until I heard tears freeze
I felt like I was in an immortal space
cleansing my soul forever
When I equalized my inner field
without anybody’s assistance

And the awareness of its presence, 

the stream of dreams halted
in the deep murmur of the almighty

There I saw flowers floating
gracefully with a wonderful angle
upon a golden blue strip of clouds.

I left this fake moralistic world behind
To serve to make a true difference in
the manufactured tissue of earth's grace.
Where we can walk and talk freely
and see the words of change of the almighty Lord
Without fear of getting sick or dying
And hearing the plentiful inner voice of humanity
While drinking the nectar of humbleness