Where do I get the audacity to be my deepest authenticity? To live with that little voice deep inside of me singing her strong song oh so very sweetly and oh so terribly boldly. To live listening. To listen and listen until there is less listening and more letting go and releasing of my bellowing billowing soul as it escapes and soars in the flow of truth and joy, until the depths of me are empty and light and silent. Where do I get the audacity? Perhaps, I get it from me, one small cup of universal energy.
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