the Art of Listening

the Art of Listening

every Soul has something to say

Soul speaks of

memories

insights

wisdoms

lessons learned

and those still yet being pondered

and developed

time and time again

within, is a great storehouse

that being purchased

with our Blood, Sweat, Tears and Laughter

and the walk we have walked

over the eons of time

and now

we all have a treasured collection

that we hold onto

in our museum of artifacts

as we judge

and surmise

who we are

where we are

why we are

when we are

and

what we

are

through our ill shaded

ill fated glasses

we call perspective

like the artist

who listens to the muses

we all paint our masterpieces

of confusion

from the sketches

that dangle in our minds

as we feebly listen

to life instruction

as we draw conclusions

on who we truly are

and measure this

against who we truly wish to be

many times we don’t get it quite right

do we ?

for we are not listening

we seem to have lost our mastery

over the Art of the process

of Self-Creation
and listening . . .

we are moved to listen to such shallow things

like infatuation

and the illusory songs

of an illusory beauty

in our illusory minds

in an illusory dimension

of thought

we bought

that belongs to someone else

never quite finding our own authenticity

and as we embrace this felicity

of our surreal state being

as we convexingly vie for the freeing

from the bonds

of our own “Self” enslavement

while walking these same pavements

upon the Avenues of Deception

with exception

as we tell ourselves “I am OK”

and still we do not listen

please

listen to that still small child

he or she who dwells in the closet

lonely

abandoned

soaking in solace

with his hand on the Door Knob

waiting for the door to be unlocked

and be freed

that it may again dance in the light

and perhaps be held again

by their best friend

you !

listen to it’s voice

yes, it is your choice

as to whether

you are paying attention

or not

or to what

i ask

that you remove the mask

and listen

listen as the trials of life

come to you

they too serve the greater good

urging you back to where you should be

connected

to what you were inflected to be

erected to be

i suspect

listen to the calling of your muses

as they refuse to give up on you

for they too

believe in you

as you should do

i do

listen to the Ancestors

who have paved a way

just for this day

through their errant truancies

with their nuancies

and urgent prayers

for a better life

of understanding

as they demanded

of God,

the Universe

to disperse

from the convolution of secrets

and reveal the rife

of our continual joys

listen to your eminent future

calling you

calling me

pleading

that we open our hearts

and impart to the greater

the greater

as we become one

let go of the tethers of mind

that we may find

truth in our path

that we are already on

it is right here

listen to the footsteps

you have already implanted

in the garden of experience

listen as the seeds of your actions

shed it’s hull

that has encapsulated your greater self

listen as it vies through it’s soiled darkness

anxiously vying for the Sunshine

that it may stretch forth it’s arms

for that Holy Kiss

and be nurtured

and Bud and Blossom and Grow

Strong and Healthy and Fruitful

that it too may yield unto you

and the world

a Fruit of Divine Sweetness

listen please

listen to your dreams

found in the eyes of all children

as they yearn but to enjoy

be fed

and play

without thought of the morrow

or the day

listen to their impulsive trust

in life

we too must trust

it is natural

listen to the Mother,

that of Nature

as she consistently offers to each of us

her total embodiment of Life

as she feeds us from Her Bosom

all the goodness required

for her Children to realize

the prize

all Souls seek

Mother has no agenda

but to have us be strong

and wise

and that we too will embrace

all of her children

including that of “self”

and that child you have long ago

abandoned behind that door

that closet of quiet darkness

where it’s thoughts have become foreign

for it’s thoughts

were no longer so convenient

stop and listen

listen to the Heavens about you

the Heavens within you

as they speak of your connectedness

and the deluded attitude of your dejectedness

and created rejectedness

and let go of the mess

we have created

in our elated unaskewedness

of what we call progress

for Heaven still does love you

and embraces you

in spite of all we have done

and all we do

listen

listen to the drum

it still beats for you

follow the cadence of all life

march to the tune

and let us

the Divine Children of Source

impugn our sense of what we cling to

and if Newness of attitude is required

then that is what we do

and whatever we do

in our aspirations

of inspirations

let us re-gather our lost art form

and reconnect with each other

our Sisters and our Brothers

and resurrect this day

our light

our Glistening upon the Fabric of time

and let us be as the Night Sky

that reflects but that which is Holy

within the Zero Point

of all that has been Spawned

in the annals of Time

and this Life Rhyme

i give unto you

. . .the Art of Listening

listen to that Holy Breath of Life

. . . and LIVE !

© 15 May 2011 : William S. Peters, Sr.