A forest of small things

I wonder if there is a part of me that can Hear the voice of God more clearly than any other part.
I am discovering ways to breach my will crafted barricades, beyond recognizable personal mythology and desires and move into listening. Sensuous deafness dwelling outside of knowing, rejecting fear and truly dancing on injustice. Each step becoming more aware of what I could not know, and more in Love with the Divine body of knowledge that exists in each precious moment.
Today my breath can hear God.
Its strain to move through my body is reminiscent of this effortless struggle.
Love.
Mim