Listening at the edge

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One of my favorite poems by Sophia de mello Breyner is about listening.

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I’m Listening

I’m listening yet I don’t know

if what I hear is silence

or God.

I’m listening but I can’t tell

if I hear the plane of emptiness echoing

or a keen consciousness that

at the bounds of the universe

deciphers and watches me.

I only know I walk like someone

beheld beloved and known

and because of this

I put into my every movement

solemnity and risk.

–Sophia de mello Breyner Anderson

From my journal: a poem on reflection of Breyner’s lovely work:

Listening

for what

I want to hear

ushers in despair

that dangles its feet

anxiously in the void.

Listening

for once

Unspeakable

compassion

gently laps over

my heart

like warm ocean water

floating

on a brilliant July day.

As if in lust

I breathe deeply

the scent of grace

feeling at home

in this

magnificently detached

universe.

Submission to One Single Impression prompt: listening. Click on this link to visit a plethora, a plentitude, a party of other poets’ sites from around the world, all writing about this single prompt. One Single Impression is a community of poets writing and sharing haiku and other poetic forms. Each week new prompts are offered up to our often lazy muses.

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