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The Gift of Listening
I come to the sacred with an attitude of listening...
I come to mySelf, that I might hear my Own wisdom,
Divine winged Ba-Self, she doesn't speak loud,
she speaks in whispers, and I must be very quiet to hear.
I come to the Borders, where I stand at the edge of my subjective world,
and Listen.
I cleanse myself of the clutter,
the wasted thoughts,
I banish the ghosts of illspent conscience:
the ones from the past
("You Should Have" is all their first name,
followed by what they wish to say...)
the ones from the present
(You're wasting time, wasting money,
surely there's something else you should be doing?)
and the ones from the future,
(the terrors from the unknown,
"What If" is how they begin,
and the thing of dread continues...)
I banish them all,
and listen to mySelf.
I release the past and whatever I thought of it at the time.
I release the future and whatever I might imagine of it,
I keep the Present,
and sit here in this sacred silence,
and listen to mySelf.
The gift of listening
is always there for me to open.
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