When I really listen
There is a stop.
A complete absence of thought.
As if the hole world and everything in
It, has vanished.

Ever so gently
I fall into softness.
And keep falling
Through realms of silky softness.
Love is the movement.
Listening deep

Is the how.

Please listen.

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