Decision To Listen

I choose to be the last to speak. Then other’s answers I can seek. Each one of them is unique! There is power in embracing my meek. When my thoughts don’t leak, into their hearts I can peek. Being quiet, doesn’t make me weak. I learn more, when not talking a blue streak. No nodding, or pretending to listen. Not trying to think of gems, so that I can glisten. Truly listening, is my mission. Without knowing their perspective, how can I or we make any decision? Can’t we strain to hear all their voices? Hear the loud and quiet speak, Muslim, Buddhist or Christian. Maintaining myopic vision, leads to a philosophical collision! Upon Holy ground, can we not avoid division? After all, isn’t inclusion, the reason for Religion? We go to a church, a mosque or a temple. Sacrifice meat, or eat freshly made lentils. The core of humanity, is still elemental. Each in our own way is sentimental. We are the same, in the ways that are essential. We crave light, a sense of belonging. Sunlight music and singing. We loved one another once, in the beginning. Before our hearts became, intoxicated by winning. Recognition and ego, the foundation of our sinning! So can we put aside the “I”, and begin again, by truly listening? With our mouths closed and ears open, Witness a beginning worth noting!