A friend of mine
Wants me to learn
How to listen.
He wants me to
Train for it
So that I can know
How to facilitate
A group of people
To know what he knows
And for me to do
What he does
And Learn what
he has learned.
So we sat down
And had lunch
And I got to describe
What silence is
For me…
It is a deafening
Cacophony
The things in the room speak
The Room speaks
The building groans
The Neighborhood plays music
The region makes the air
The State colors the sky
The Nation influences our mood
The World Has her moods
The Collective consciousness
Of Humanity whispers
Her secrets to me
The Universe Talks of
Other worlds and places
It knows I am able to visit
The Dream worlds
And Realms press in
On this one…
All at the same time
Someone says
It's too quiet
In the room
And I laugh hysterically.
I got to explain
What listening to a conversation
Is like for me.
It is million people
In a room with
All the things
People don't say
Like I can hear
What everyone
Has been editing
Dumps into me
Because it needs
Somewhere to go
So it finds me.
Everyone is a musical
Symphony.
The heartbeat
Is the frequency of the soul
Steady and never changing.
Then feelings like the added
String instruments
That are affected
By the stress and environment
Of the world,
Both beautiful
And haunting.
Thoughts of the day
Are loud brass horns
Piping in
All the excitement
Of the day,
Their inner children
Inserting the banging
Of pots and pans.
The future choices
Impending,
Like water glasses
Being adeptly played
The woes of the heart
Like a violin of a master
Off tune
By a half note…
Letting the orchestra know
Something's not right.
There are so many layers
To listen to
To discern
Or process
Besides the obvious
In the room,
Like body language
Tone of voice
And lastly words…
But of course
The Divine itself
Comments on it all
Simultaneously
A never ending
Conversation
On top of
Woven between
All else,
I can't help
But listen
To my Beloved
Through it all.