Voices

voices
so many voices
asking to be heard
begging to be heard
shouting to be heard
so much noise.

when is there silence
to hear the sound
of my own sweet voice?
the one telling me
soft now beloved,
soft and slow,

doing and being
needn't be enemies.
and I know why I have 
stopped my practice:
because everything
has become a meditation

everything
an opportunity for this
exquisite listening
to the sound of
my own soul
calling.