I remember being at work and sensing a strange kind of presence whispering. I had no idea what it was but kept on searching to find where it came from. It lead me on an inner journey to wholeness and walking the world of the spirit. I was drawn to solitude and a spiritual awakening. I became a hermit in response to that sound - Sometimes I try to capture it in poetry:
I heard a distant whispering; I left everything in pursuit of that sound (1980).
I fled him down the nights and down the days
I fled him down the arches of the years
I fled from him down labyrinthine ways
Of my own mind and in the midst of tears
I hid from him and under running laughter.
Up vistaed hopes I sped and shot precipitated
Adown titanic glooms of chasmed fears
From those strong feet that followed, followed after.
(The Hound of Heaven by Francis Thompson)