We must learn to listen,
To listen as if every secret of the universe was being spoken in a single moment.
To listen with every aspect of our being.
To listen to our nudges, as if they were loud, intolerable screams that could only be silenced by listening.
To listen to others, as if God itself was speaking through them – directly to you.
To listen to their words, what they say,what they don’t say, what they wish they could say.
What does that say about you? About the space you hold for your brothers and sisters?
To listen to their bodies scream and whisper, and whimper
sorrows, fears, cries for protection, shouted as they silently move their limbs.
Hope, love, joy, seeping out in whispers,through their quick glances, their shy smiles, the wide eyes.
How? How do they move? What? What are they saying?
To their eyes. What they linger on, what they avoid, the eye contact they make with us,
when we are, or are not, meeting their gaze.
What does that say about them?
We must learn to listen as if listening was how-to-save-a-life.
Listening, is, love, breathing.
Listening is the pulse of the listenee’s lungs, the beat of their heart,
happening through you.
Listen, as if listening were a layer of skin, interpreting everything it touched, or was touched by.
Listen as if the beating of your own heart depended on the directions that were whispered unto you.
We must learn to listen as if there were no words, only riddles, left from source, holding all the wisdom from the beginning of time, to be deciphered in a single moment.
This one, then the next.
Lay your heart in your ears, in your eyes, in your pulse.
Let everything be spoken to you, receive, everything, you need to know.