the listening one…
here is sky wide open blue…
Been musing over ‘reflections’ of late, being the equinox has come spreading her new light… and so, a poem… i welcome your reflection…
Two poems today… first, i’ve been exploring combining tanka + haiku… then below that, “the listening one,” a work in progress…
morning light softens
lifting mist from the meadow
a hush of knowing
love woven into silence
each breath a prayer of return
wind moves through cedars
whispering you are the light
nothing else is real
—tanka/haiku + photo by weaver x (((💜)))
the listening One here is sky wide open blue silent mirrors cloud my wondering self i press my questioning, to their silver white face, diffusing are you showing me what stirs, within me about you or, only what i am ready to see, i speak heartily, be brave here now? words slip far from my tongue, like sleek sure winged-ones they do not belong to me, once they have flown far far west, gone they are shaped by wet winds singing, a damn good listener the hour, a trembling hush between slippery syllables, unspoken i am only ever half of my own message the other half is the One who listens, they pick up my words turning them over like smooth stones within the palm of their mind, choosing what they mean or do not mean, for i am responsible for release of this light flight, forthwith the pattern they form in another’s azure sky, nor the story they tell in another’s dream, nor those split echoes, they stir inside betwixt between another’s sweet, dear heart i wonder, is this vast open sky blue perhaps showing me my self, or am i only seeing gray steele whitish clouds, i wonder is this listening One, truly hearing me or are they only hearing themselves, i wonder what it is to truly understand nothing. . —weaver © 2025 x (((💜)))
