Not Listening ∞
No ringtones, email, or GPS. No earbuds. No playlist. I left that device at home. My heart, lungs, and motion are the rhythm. Pushing, pulling, lifting, sweating. Faster and further. My body strains, getting stronger.
I hear you, pain. But I’m not listening.
Thoughts swirling around study and contemplation. Ideas emerge and sharpen. Excitement builds. This dream–almost palpable–becoming a plan. My mind races. Must. Make. It. Happen.
I hear you, doubt. But I’m not listening.
Silence surrounds me like a mothers love. Life’s vignettes drift slowly past, and fall away like ashes. Unburdened, I’m here, now, and nowhere, too. My soul resting, knowing, nurtured by this calm.
I hear you, fear. But I’m not listening.
