The bumps on my arms raise at words of wonder

No matter how silent,

how still,

I can hear the calling of Wonder.

Come to me, come to me, it sings and hums.

My family asks why I left home so early to which my response is,

can’t you hear it too?

The calling,

it’s so loud.

In the stillness of Nature,

through the forests of dark and light,

I travel;

travel far and through, bare on foot.

The world tosses me keys of promise, offering shoes for comfort and medicine for my dreams;

I heard of no such things from my elders.

They too, walked on foot;

through mountains of sticks and stones,

stronger than the forces that bless us on seasons.

Can’t you hear it too?

The call of Wonder?

How beautiful it sounds.

Come to me, come to me.

Will you answer?


Published by Natalia Lee

Natalia Lee is a spiritual mentor, writer, and artist. She embodies many types of spiritual practice, one importantly being the Taoist principle of living in harmony with the flow of nature. Another is her expression of devotion toward Source through Bhakti Yoga. At 19 years old, Natalia moved from her hometown in New York City to Los Angeles to begin her pilgrimage of world travel and spiritual inquisition. Since then, she has tackled many personal achievements including the publishing of multiple poetry collections, e-books, physical art pieces, a podcast, and a personal blog & brand.

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