She who listens
Is always waiting at the door
For the knocking there she will hear
From a loving touch
She hears secrets and guidance
In the cries of doves
And in the whispers of the serpents
Wisdom untold it seems
If it not for her listening ears
The path becomes clear and apparent
The root to take obvious is as a crystal
Just follow the guides and their voices
Beyond all trouble and possible calamity
She hears Creator in the stars
And vibrations from Venus, Neptune and Mars
Yes even far planets can be her guides
Playing in her charts
Finish what you start she always says
Once you begin the listening the story never ends.
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