Listening is impossible

Thoughts form from thoughts heard. Stay empty and allow their words to wash over you or ride the root wave of their tangents out to the branches of new things

Listening is a breath

An unspoken breath in of ‘I feel that’

An unspoken breath out of ‘what else?’

An unspoken breath in of “I’ve never felt that”

An unspoken breath out of ‘say more’

A hope that some critical mass of understanding will be met between you.

That through this act of sharing something is released.

And something is held on to.

A discrimination of the sacred and the profane

As you play a game of how long until I have to say something.

As you play a game of how long until they speak everything that can be heard.

It used to bring me somewhere. I did it for the wisdom I needed, and the peace.

Now listening is its own place