Cultivating Connection - Listening Deeply Meditation

Listening deeply is suspension between before and after, the in-between where one connects and absorbs the intention of the other, reflecting in on itself, back and forwards at the same time. Ricochet. I am the mirror of yourself and the self, sitting quietly, being still, and noticing.
What does this act enable one to know better?

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Cultivating connection, Listening deeply meditation. Prepare to meditate. Suspended in darkness on the cusp of a branch hanging, The leaf waiting to fall from autumn's edge to new beginnings, Floats with knowing and in this knowing seeks depth, Discovers placement. Imagine without pretense here in the stream of consciousness, Flapping at the edges, Listening, Hanging on every word, Observing the ebb and flow, Engaging with the words, The spaces between the words we know as silence, Though never tranquil nor still, There's often more there, Vibrations, Echoes, Ripples in the stream of consciousness, Between the spaces, Meaning in the pause, Cantilevered between interpretation and understanding hangs truth, Brilliant and sincere, What we latch onto, Authentic. Is it loneliness, Solitude, Being with oneness, Does it even beg to be defined, To be still and to simply notice in this space one's own way of being is revealed, Gently, Listening deeply, Is suspension between before and after and the in between where one connects and absorbs the intention of the other, Alert, Aware, Reflecting in on itself, Back and forwards at the same time, I am the mirror of yourself and the self, Sitting quietly, Being still and noticing what this act enables you to see, Sit now and observe as you heighten your ability to feel, Breathe in to the heart and out from the heart, Breathe in to the heart and out from the heart, Dive into the internal oceans of longing and here sharpen your senses, A poem by John Fox in finding what you didn't lose, When someone listens deeply to you it is like holding out a dented cup, A dented cup that you've had since childhood and watching it fill up with cold, Fresh water, When it balances on top of the brim you are understood, When it overflows and touches your skin you are loved, When someone deeply listens to you the room where you stay starts a new life and the place where you wrote your first poem begins to glow in your mind's eye, It is as if gold has been discovered, When someone deeply listens to you your bare feet are on the earth and a beloved land that seemed distant is now at home within you, Come into present, Be here listening, Be still, Listen, Intuition is your truth, When you listen you will find truth, Sit here and be lost in the listening.