A voice crying in the wilderness

How to start this.....the moment in the hive....the healing dance I was invited to.....
    
   In flashes that experience envelops me.  

Drowning I was
In the darkness. 
Held under I was
Pressed down

What rises from the dark water?
    I was buried alive. 

Drowning I realized
I am
Not I 
But She. 
I am She.

She voiced the sound of every infant crying
Every suffering creature
Every ecstatic eruption

She exists
And nothing else can. 

So tonight, she came through again, consciously
Yesterday she came through, consciously.

  There is so much responsibility in that embodied voice.  I have not wanted to take it. 
It seemed better to be quiet and take what was freely given.  And perhaps steal secretly what was not. 
 
Until.....I am 35 and my throat is restricted.  Every time I am sick it is my throat.    When I come up against an obstacle in my practice it is my throat.  My neck is always tight.  I barely sing anymore. 
   
  It is too high a price to pay. 

Sophia has come to help me use this power.   I open up my mouth like diving into an enormous wave.  And I trust that the right thing will come.  Forget outcome.  Just speak what needs spoken. 
   
    Wisdom speaks.