Some days are such
days of learning
days of listening
of being the receptacle
of outpouring
a cascade of emotions
rendered with strange equanimity
all the more ruthless
as the speaker is calm and in control
the listener is in turmoil,cracking
yet, there is healing
energies exchanged in sharing
hopes, dreams, promises
young hearts
crushed to take up defense
have still the magnanimity to speak with no offence
to look ahead and beyond
to be able to find love
comfort, hope and dreams
Dear universe let love and dreams
be true for the youth
be they resilient
be they strong
be they hopeful
be they happy
be through them the world!
Ps: Listen to the young, they speak wisdom beyond their years
Adhyapika 
2 responses to “Of listening”
The first part describes many of us here as we listen to cable news presenters, so when I got to this line, “the listener is in turmoil, cracking,” I sat up straight and wondered if there isn’t bad news all over the world.
But the next word, yet,” turned the poem in a different direction which helped to bring back calm and hope to this reader. (I have a granddaughter, age 19. I’m going to try to listen to her more carefully.)
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Thanks Albert, your family and friends are surely lucky to have you 🙂
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