If you listen
with your mind you could read between the lines
and catch the meanings of those words that slip through the cracks of elusive conversation
And if you listen
With your heart you could hear
the whisper of desire
above the seemingly endless chatter of nervous monologue
But if you listen
with your soul you could walk on the edge of sanity
and hear the murmur of truth within you and without you
you could stand barefoot on the glowing embers of misdirected hatred
or on the chilling frost of disenchantment
and yet experience a calm of the spirit
and a silence as deep and mystical as the centuries
For though all silences carry their own distinctive hue
it is the silence that is colorless and transparent
that your spirit yearns for
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