Listening is the least invasive of the senses
Touch the most needful of permission
Gazing has limits which exceeded
Test the bounds of politeness
Tasting on most occasions would incur scandal
Sniffing will almost always seem indelicate
But listening offends no one, pleases most
Endears the listener to the listened to
So would you seek to grow intimate and ocean deep
Contained of many creatures –then–
Prick your ears and still the urge to speak
Fall silent, fill with attendance to
The moment speaking
Take notes like a schoolgirl, forgive like
A mother, receive like the sky that cracks
Open at dawn–
Let not a whisper go unheeded
The voices you are most in need of
Will not break and enter–no–
So do not wait for bugles or trumpets
What you are listening for is tumbling
Towards you like scent of blossoms
On Spring breeze, rising within you like
A full moon and nobody–
Not even the rain
Has such soft feet.
Stop
Place your ear upon the ground of time
Feel the silence rumble
(Nearer than
Your next breath)
Listen!
The Poetry Of 
October 2nd, 2019 at 10:33 pm
quite wonderful…
October 4th, 2019 at 9:52 am
This is so exquisite. So beautiful. How I miss your blog!
October 5th, 2019 at 9:56 am
Beautiful ! Powerful message weaved in so gently and so beautifully.
October 7th, 2019 at 9:31 am
you live up to every word of this poem of listening Pavi san !! thank you for the images and principles as well as your modeling when it comes to listening to my rustles – a quiet love john
October 7th, 2019 at 10:20 pm
Awww the poetess returns! Beautiful poem Pavi!