I have decided 
                     to speak  
                                     no more.

		Not to the people 
		              but to the birds, 
		flowers 
		        & 
		            snows. 
		                                     Listen.
		Not to the shadows
		              but to the rainbows
		windows
		        & 
		           glows.
		                                     Listen.
		Not to the closed
		              but to the exposed
		feathers  
		         & 
		            toes.
		                                     Listen.
		Not to the ghost
		             but to the meadows
		blossoming
		           & 
		             raining
		                     hallelujahs!
		                                    Listen.
And at last, I listen.  

 
The act of listening requires an inner silence. It is in this silence that we find the beauty in all things and our vision becomes poetic. A poetic mind listens in such a way it becomes transparent, and in transparency it sees the wholeness that surrounds us. The delicate systems that in wholeness sustain us are, e.g., the rivers that reach oceans, the birds that migrate to warmth, the bees in search of nectar, the salmons that go upstream, but what about us? We need to remember how to listen before it is too late. Speak no more to listen!
Signature Lina Ru