I am talking to myself again.
\nPeopling the empty space in my heart.
\nI am wagging my finger saying,
\nnow listen,
\nand like a child that\u2019s all I say,
\nall I know.
\nHow to say, now listen.<\/p>\n
And then I realized I was not
\nthe only one saying it.
\nThe silence was saying it.
\nA picture entering the dimension
\nbetween it and me,
\nwas saying it.
\nMy hand was saying it
\nas I listened to the pain of an injury.
\nAs it touched the separation
\nbetween me and the clouds.<\/p>\n
An apple wanting to be kissed,
\nwas saying it,
\nto be devoured.
\nDevour me.
\nAnd the world and everything in it
\nwas saying, now listen,
\nand I heard a thousand poems at once,
\nclanks and groans,
\nand glass breaking.<\/p>\n
Earthquakes deep inside the earth,
\neverything talking at once,
\nand I realized how much I could hear.
\nHow well I listened.
\nHow much of my higher intelligence
\nwas listening,
\nas if the world needed my heart,
\nmy eyes,
\nthe touch of my body,
\nto be in one place,
\nto be in one time,
\nto have one dimension all its own.
\nTo come to rest in its bed.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
I am talking to myself again. Peopling the empty space in my heart. I am wagging my finger saying, now listen, and like a child…<\/p>\n