Those who ask
A poem
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Those who ask
When you call to the sea, the sea will call to you. When you whisper to the dawn, the dawn bends her ear to listen. Your voice speaks from many languages that only those who are voiceless understand. Whether a steady tumult of waves or a reflective mirror, whether blinded by the first ray of sun cresting the eastern rolling hillside or a soft-gray glow that appears in an understanding of quiet grief, the question is not Are there those that understand? The sea has called for eons. The dawn has bowed her head in silent admiration at every honest request beckoning the voice who dares to ask. And finds solace there.
Thank you for reading! If you are so inclined, leave a comment about what strikes you, speaks to you, or stirs in you while you read. I look forward to whatever dialogue may happen here, and in just a few days I will be following this poem up with a reflection on how this poem emerged into being.
Brian
What a calming poem. Reading it feels like looking at (and speaking to) the sea.
Loved this phrase:
"Your voice speaks from many languages
that only those who are voiceless understand."
Brian, i love this so much. Your poem feels as if you looked in on my days when i’m not with clients. i live in a quiet place, human quiet that is. Today i kneeled down beside the tiniest frog with a big voice. Today i witnessed the dance of an angry bee...and then her self-massage to calm down and find her way out the window i opened for her. The days are hot, the rain is hard, and the thunder and lightning is awe inspiring. Thank you for your expressions.🌱
BTW, thank you for your question about my community work. It inspired the issue i’m working on.🌱