Listening Down To The Sound Of My Voice In Your Ears Poem by Dennis Ryan

Tuesday night, November 1,2022 at 9: 35 p.m.; Monday, November 7,2022 at 8: 58 a.m.; poem finished at 9: 14 a.m.

"Pain, grief, loss and ceaseless frustration of every kind are there for a very real and dramatic purpose: to wake us up, to enable, almost to force us to break out of the cycle of samsara and so release our imprisoned splendor."
-- Rigpa Glimpse of the Day for October 24,2022

"I hear your voice... I think I'm falling..."
--Madonna, "Just Like A Prayer"
You listen for me down to the sound of my voice
in your ears; you listen for, anticipate hearing it,
and when you do, your expression changes for the better—
is priceless. How then could you...? So much is yet
to be determined. Has to be determined. Has to be. "Pain,
grief, loss and ceaseless frustration"—has human life ever
proved itself different? One day, someday, someday our lives will—
until then, listen for me as I listen for you—you know already? —
think of me as I think of you, see your clean, clear face up close
as I did earlier, that face beaming, enjoying what it had to say,
and I could brook no objections. No, none whatsoever. Just happy
to have been there—if ever so briefly—as you are here now, inside
of me. (We need accept ourselves for who we are—it's really as
simple as that yet proves so difficult to accept at times.) As you
were, are there, listening intently down to the sound of my voice
in your ears. My sounds now yours and—as things have been destined
to be as a result of the choices, decisions we each make for ourselves.