Poem: Dear One

This original spoken word poem is a gentle call to action to engage in deep inner listening, to feel your internal presence make itself known. In a world that can crowd us out with noise and confusion, how do we tap into our unique wellspring of insight to truly listen, not solely with our minds, but with our hearts and bodies too?

Music credit: Rain on the Leaves by In This World; licensed through Soundstripe

Transcript

I've heard you, Dear one, Tell me you can't howl at the moon. It's not your style to bare your teeth when forced off ledges atop slick mountain peaks, Teetering at the edge. I've heard you, Dear one, Tell me you don't want to listen to loudmouths drunk on their own words that should be in detox instead of out in the world, Teetering at the edge. I've heard you, Dear one, Tell me that you want thoughts to stop, To be left along some lonely highway like tumbleweeds that blow in the breeze and like dust just go away, Blowing in the breeze. I've heard that you want to be dear to yourself. I've heard that you want to make time for times that matter and dreams that grow. Oh, Dearness isn't far behind, Blowing in the breeze. Before you can know dearness, You must know what's dear to you. Let feelings arise, Let knowing grow, A wellspring shines. Listen to what can't be named, But sow the seeds for knowing all the same. Wake up the inner voice from its long, Winsome rest and ask it this question. What do you want, My dear one, From life and love and trying your best? If you listen, You will hear the call like a soft newborn robin nesting in your chest.