Deep Listening
Pull up a chair, be beautiful,
I’m not old in your mind; you are young in mine.
We are just under the surface of our affectations,
we relate, assimilate.
Our thoughts will grow feelers long enough to
actually feel.
Show me your life in this moment,
and I will show you mine.
We will print our dreams out,
publish ourselves.
We need that kind of image-making,
need this mutual exchange,
so that we may see clearly,
one luminous vision.
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