To listen is to dethrone the surface mind,
be led by
the silky hushes of sky
thrumming of roots
the blood, the sounds of blood
crows
the wings and tears inside words
the subterranean mind.
Listening delivers us
to the vastness
at the core of everything.
To listen is to love.
When I don’t listen to you,
I see you become hollow, lonely.
I hear anger steaming
inside every word
and in the spaces between.
We have listening wounds.
We were dismissed.
It’s not our fault.
We need to scream about it.
Listen to your wounds.
Listening graces the scars.
Listen to how your words close
when you are bitter.
Listen to what’s behind
the fortress of thoughts.
To listen is to bless.
Listen to the other
until there is no other.
I am drawn to people
who hear quiet things.
The mountain wants us to listen
the way she does.
Questions for Contemplation
How do you see yourself as a listener? What are your strengths and gifts? Are there any ways that you’d like to enhance your listening?
Do you have listening wounds from your past? Were you, for example, criticized, judged, dismissed, or ignored by any family members, friends, teachers, or others? How has that impacted you? What do these wounds need from you now?
Poem a Month Archive
- LOVEANDPAIN
- Dark Welcome
- POETSPEAK
- What Are Your Words?
- Poems Paintings Songs
- When the Icy Tensions Thaw
- Telling Your Daughter
- To Let Ourselves Happen
- Always Here
- Dark Odyssey
- Cups That Will Always Break
- Ask the Children
- Not Knowing
- Love Will Show Us
- In Remembrance – Mary Oliver
- QUIET
- The Way of Pain
- Can We Be Love?
- Safe Invitation
- How We Are Helped
- Angel of Sadness
- Tell the Stories
- You are Broken and You Are Whole
- Tears and Wings
- Portal