The art of listening
Is a painting that never dries
And a dance that does not stop
Does that invoke enough arrival,
enough stillness?
The art of listening
Is music before the notes
The great work relies on desire
On longing
Yet tug too hard
All is lost
Strain and you cannot hear
What is it we listen for?
Honestly
For the sound of Okay-ness
A rounded yes
Sometimes known as bliss
Until like Kabir
You believe in the Great Sound.
