That word, Listening, arises today again and again. Relentlessly it pulls at my heart-strings begging me to come closer, to be more aware of how much there is to hear.
The sun calls to the wind, “blow me a kiss. why are you so coy with me today? Yesterday you tickled my toes and today you ignore me.”
I hear the tree outside my window. It too has a voice, “My leaves grow with each word you type. You please me beyond measure with your dreaming.”
And, of course, Amelia, the grand baby, “Gigi story. Pwease a story. I nap in Gigi’s bed with Gigi.”
Kali, our dog, just returned to us from the hospital, stitches and all, “How did this happen? It was just a pecan. I have eaten so many others. It hurts. I am glad to be home.”
The faucet in my bathroom, “Drip. I said drip. Does no one notice I am running? I have been left as such since morning. Drip.”
The collage over my computer, “Look at me. Remember, the best thing after having control is having none. Back to basics. The walls are about to cave in. We like women with gray hair.”
The authors of books strewn across my desk: Lao-Tzu, “How can you follow the course of your life if you do not let it flow.” John O’Donohue, “the human person is a threshold where many infinities meet.” Desikachar”We must expect cycles of clarity and confusion, recognizing that falls from clarity may be more disturbing that a state of no clarity at all.” Pema Chodron, “Always meditate on whatever provokes resentment.”
My desk plant, “I am forgotten again. Dry and neglected I sit and wait for you to notice, to hear me. Please, water me, now.
The miniature green flocked Christmas tree, “And why, pray tell, am I still about. I should long ago have been stored away. My season has long passed and I grow weary of passers by looking at me askance. May I go up to the attic now?”
My nose, “Blow me. Blow me now or I will send mucous down your throat and make you cough. I will. I will do it. I am so annoyed with you.”
My I-Phone,”I incessantly beep and you do nothing except peck, peck, peck away on that silly key board. I am important. I bring you news of the world, Facebook, text messages. What would you do without me?”
The silence, “I hold the answer to all your questions. Stop whatever you are doing right now and listen…..”
LISTENING- Rumi
What is the deep listening? Sama is
a greeting from the secret ones inside
the heart, a letter. The branches of
your intelligence grow new leaves in
the wind of this listening. The body
reaches a peace. Rooster sound comes,
reminding you of your love for dawn.
The reed flute and the singer’s lips:
the knack of how spirit breathes into
us becomes as simple and ordinary as
eating and drinking. The dead rise with
the pleasure of listening. If someone
can’t hear a trumpet melody, sprinkle
dirt on his head and declare him dead.
Listen, and feel the beauty of your
separation, the unsayable absence.
There’s a moon inside every human being.
Learn to be companions with it. Give
more of your life to this listening. As
brightness is to time, so you are to
the one who talks to the deep ear in
your chest. I should sell my tongue
and buy a thousand ears when that
one steps near and begins to speak.