Apr 24, 2014 Uncategorized

Listening

©April 15, 2014

By Vijaya Sundaram

After you’ve stood

And listened to silence,

Words seem like leaves

Eddies of leaves

Whirling in a flurry of wind

In an empty field.

 

And yet, it’s nice to stand

To watch and listen

To stand in quietude

In solitude, checking

The wind, sniffing the air,

Looking for signs

Of life in an attitude

Of quiet reverence.

 

I had thoughts once,

And dreams, and songs

And stories.

I had visions of the future

Of people and things

I wanted to meet, and do.

I had melodies flowing

Clear and bright through

Dark woods of uncleared

Thoughts, once, not long ago.

 

Yet, today, I am spent

Not sad, almost content

Dreaming dim dreams,

Hearing muffled songs,

Stopping any visions

Of what the future

Could hold.

 

It’s dangerous to dream.

Needs energy, nu?

Needs courage.

Needs strength

And endurance.

 

Today, I don’t have that.

Today, I just sit

And listen.

To listen is to pray,

To listen is to look deep

And give the gift of self.

To listen is to surrender,

To disarm oneself.

And so, I listen.

 

It’s the least I can do.

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