Listen to Me

Please listen to me.

 

Close your ears,

to the noise outside,

and you will hear.

 

Please listen to me.

 

Listen to me

with your hands outstretched,

fingers flaring open in blue sky,

to receive all the colors of the light.

 

Listen to me

with your feet bare,

toes digging in delicious grass

to receive all the vibrations of the earth.

 

Listen to me

with your heart naked,

chambers beating in gold mines of emotion,

to receive all that is the root of your being.

 

Close your ears,

and you will hear.

 

Please listen to me.

 

Listen to me.

I do not have hands

to receive the light.

Mine are calloused and torn,

hard labor for someone else's gain.

 

Listen to me

with your hands.

 

Listen to me.

I do not have feet

to feel the warm grass.

Mine are chained to the cold floor,

hard prison for someone else's gain.

 

Listen to me

with your feet.

 

Listen to me.

I do not have my heart,

to feel any emotion.

Mine is bruised and bleeding,

hardened to pieces for someone else's gain.

 

Listen to me

with your heart.

 

Please listen to me.

If you hear me,

you will know.

I am different than you.

But also the same.

 

Listen to me.