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Speak and i will Listen
Speak and i will Listen
i am such a common man.
There are days when every “what if”
and doubt clings fast, burying me
under a horde of hungry locusts.
i lose my way, stumble, and collapse
to my knees under the weight of my world.
Somehow you sense the misstep,
my insecurity rising like a spiky weed,
so setting your gaze upon me
you say my name.
But even though you pronounce
my name with a voice outwardly casual,
yet inwardly firm,
the force strikes like a sonic boom;
then the million trivial minutiae
shatter away leaving
only you and only me.
My lungs know to arrest their breathing
and my heart to cease its rhythmic beating;
nothing must divert attention from you.
Every muscle, every cell, the countless
fibers still themselves and turn toward
your suddenly omnipotent voice.
A hush rushes over my body like
an audience in a grand concert hall,
the multitude in attendance choked
with anxious anticipation as the artist
strikes his commencing pose.
Then you begin speaking and time’s borders
fly outward; you shall speak in a single
continuous unbroken moment outside
the vulgar stream of time.
How can you possess the uncanny ability
to voice just the right thing
at precisely the right instant?
And each word a universe unto itself,
each word powerful and pure,
devoid of entangling excess,
purified through ancient fire,
blessed in sacred water;
the intention resonating, reverberating, penetrating,
like the deep full voice found
in a Buddhist temple bell.
Your peaceful sure wisdom pierces
my heart as does a single shaft of sunlight
stabbing past a lowering gray cloudscape.
i close my eyes awaiting the oncoming
rain of arrows; every arrow something
you want me to understand.
When you enter this state
i know that even as
you look at me,
it is not me that you see;
i feel you see the me
as i should be,
were i truly free.
No one has ever assaulted me
with such focused intensity.
A laser gaze to burn through
all my pretenses, excuses, and doubts.
You help me to breathe again,
to find the center,
at last calm the restlessness possessing me.
And when the last syllable has
completed its wiggle in space,
i suddenly remember that we are not
the sole two inhabitants of this earth,
but in the eternity when you spoke to me,
revealing me to myself,
maybe we were.