What if we were to spend an entire day listening
Rather than filling the silence with our own thoughts and words
Adding to the cacophony of sound that never stops
What if we were to extend our concentration deeply sideways through the portals of our ears and simply
Have you ever been waiting for the approach of something – a vehicle, a person, a noise, waiting on a phone call, sitting on the age of your seat
Have you ever been held in thrall by the sound of your own heartbeat as it knocked along in the dark, hands to heart
Waiting for the silence to fill with just one sound?
Listening to the silence is mind curlingly profound
What we focus on grows
We can listen to the sound
Or listen to what lies behind it
And what lies behind it, is life itself unfolding, dissolving
A gigantic invisible machine suddenly made visible
Because we paid attention to it
The elephant in the room, startled, sheepish
Awake and wondering
How the hell it got here
*meditation – a moving experience. It moves us deeper into the plane beneath/above? This one. If we could only shut up, and listen. I couldn’t – as usual, because my mind sung this poem to me but I am going to try today, just to listen.
Header photo – Mine, Coolum New Years morning came across this tableau two chairs sharing an intimate moment. The emptiness, the beauty, the blessing that is silence.