No One's Listening

Do you see me? Can you hear me?

I’m here in the noise and the clutter, walking beside you.

Cell phone ring tones. MP3s and DVDs.
YouTube videos talking and singing. I wake up at night. No one is there.

We could sit beneath the old, white oak tree on the riverbank, just you and me.

No one’s listening.

Talking, talking. We’re all talking, while we’re typing at the same time we’re watching the weather report on TV. Music playing on the CD. Headphones, earphones, cell phones.
E.T. phone home.

We could go to the movie together and eat popcorn. You could be with me.

No one’s listening.

I’m hungry. I’m thirsty. I need to catch a plane. Hurry. Hurry. Hurry.
I feel nothing. No one seems to notice.

We could sit in the grass where the flowers grow and have picnic. What do ya’ say?

We’re all talking. No one’s listening.
Even when we’re whispering.

−me strauss Letting me be

Glistening in the Light

You hit it right on the head with “can you hear me now?” If the answer is “no” it’s probably because I can’t hear me now. Once I get that clarity–tune in to that signal–I’ll be clear to others, too. − Steve Farber, author, Radical Leap, and Radical Edge

Listening. I’m listening now in a way that I wish I had listened all of my life. Oh the things that I’ve missed by having thoughts when I could have been hearing what was said. People share such marvelous things, gifts really, golden glorious, gentle gems. I walked right by them without knowing. Who would have thought that listening requires that my ears be wired to my heart?

It’s not so much sadness I feel . . . or regret at things done wrong. What I feel is the absence, the loss that comes from not knowing. I feel minus a glow I might have had, if only I had been listening . . . and hearing.

I’d feel a brightness shining deep inside me, that’s only now begun.

If a tree falls in a forest . . .

I want to be listening.

Glistening in the light.

−me strauss Letting me be