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!