The Echo’s Voice
In the hollow of the throat, where silent oaths we devote,
Lies the chakra of our voice, Vishuddha's choice.
A vortex of azure light, where vibration takes its flight.
Stewardship's careful hand, generosity's vast land,
In this chakra find their call, against greed's enthrall.
Yet beware the extremes, of avarice and wasteful dreams.
For in the throat's subtle ring, the Hermetic truths sing,
As sound forms the world, and silence is unfurled.
The balance here we find, in the spoken and the kind.
So let the throat's truth rise, with stewardship wise,
And guard against the hoard, and the squandered accord.
For in Vishuddha's grace, we find our rightful place.
In vibration's tender law, the Hermetic awe,
"As within, so without," the sages draw.
The throat chakra's sound, with balance bound,
In the dance of life, our words are found.
