By Listening We hear, but often forget— The fragility of half murmured ideas signal lost in a tide of noise.
Talking overshadows listening, Loud, brash, and always there. listening creates by transforming. A friend listens, and a conversation Turns to something extraordinary.
We roar, we scream, we sing, But listening eludes description— its shape unclear until all words are heard
What if we thought of ourselves as listeners? compliant, unresisting designed to receive the world? Would it change us?
Would our own language then expand to hold the weight of both silence and sound? cosmos made clearer by this unseen gift.
Imagine yourself a receiver of grace, Open to everything, even the dark matter of thought.
Why don't people just listen? Maybe it's not valued highly enough