the sound of silence

“I do not hear you speak. I can’t hear you. I’m listening. LOUDLY I’m listening. I still can’t hear you. Speak. Let me hear your voice. A word from your mouth and I’ll be still and know. Speak!” I shout it out.

I run over it and under it and around it in my head. I am not still. I am acting on listening. It’s the act of waiting in this world. Yet it is that one act that stops you from acting. I’m filling up the stillness with my movement, my voice, my hurry, my worry, my fears, my dreams, MY listening. It’s all about me, this type of listening.

STOP. I must really stop.

And listen (not act) to the sound of silence.

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