Listening....

So few people actually "listen"...
seems a skill lost with the ages...
the art... of listening.... to spoken word and physical language..
recognizing the scent of fear.. that makes all tongues liars and eyes both witness and reluctant informant....

understanding what someone's saying versus what they are trying to say...
understanding nuances.. intent... what's said and left unsaid...

the language of the heart, eyes and body... in unison, although more oft' then not, in conflict....

So few understand the distinctions between
"hearing" and "listening"
"understanding" and "accepting"
"understanding" and "agreeing"

(sigh)... begs the question.. were things easier with clubs and grunts?

The Scent of Past Lives....

Like the haunting flavor of a meal savored long ago
or a familiar scent carried by ghosts in the wind... 
One longs for past life treasures -
family, children, laughter... fulfillment.
An ache joyfully embraced
with the knowledge that such joys
were, at the least
once known...

Knowing

I would know your pain
your story and dreams too
I would know your soul
I would know You....

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A Silent Prayer

I hear whispers of your song echoed in my heart

and pray the lyrics are the same...

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