In the white noise
of many opinions
I long to hear the silence
creatures make
when they are listening.
There is no thought,
only the mysterious harmony
of trees and raindrops.
Invisible things appear.
The deer step gently
out of the mist.
When we listen,
the heart opens
fearlessly.
No need to defend itself.
No need to form an opinion
about anything.
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