Inner Voice

There is an outer world and there is an inner world. As deep as you penetrate, as high as you reach, there is always something breathing inside.

The outer world is made of things. Breathing inside the things are words.

Words are external. Inside the words are stories.

The story is outer. The thought is inner.

Thoughts are outer. Inside lies a spark.

Within all lies the beginning that cannot be known.

The outer we can touch and come to know.

The inner, we must wait still, so that it may speak to us.

T.Freeman
(adapted)