To listen and to hear are as alike as oil and water. We often think we are listening, when all that’s really happening is that we’re hearing a download of noise from an external source, data which our memory (thinking) sorts into stories that gel with our own worldview.
The art of listening involves bringing relaxed word-free attention to the moment’s fullness – whether it’s a friend sharing confidences, a ghetto-blaster thumping, a kookaburra cackling, the water murmuring and the breeze sighing over its surface. In the same impartial way, this listening notices the constant commentary being broadcast inwardly by thinking and feeling – the whole movement of “me”.
It’s interesting to find that when this quality of listening is present there’s really nothing to say because opinions are absent. There’s nothing to say, yet everything that matters is being said. In the absence of words, something else has space to speak, something inextricably intimate that we recognize as Love.
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What delicious truth as I toddle off to bed! Thank you!
Sleep well dear Amrita! ♥
Words cannot express the happiness I have for you, knowing that you are listening to that Love which has been there the whole time. At the same time I am filled with great sadness for those that only listen to the chatter from the outside which causes much suffering. All that can be done is that which is being done, speak the Truth. 🙂
Myles – gratitude for your kindness in leaving this wise and poignant comment. And thank you for leading me to your blog – it is a truly inviting heart-space.
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