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Sunday, June 3, 2018

Thirst Listens - Fred LaMotte & Rumi

At dawn, raindrops
in dogwood blossoms,
a thrush among alders,
the plaintive yelp of seals
from the rocks over still water,
almost as if they call
from deep inside
over the mythic sea
your ancestors crossed
to bring your bones
to this shore...
Now, for certain, you hear
the deepening silence
between all voices
born and unborn.
Drink of this.
A well makes no sound.
Yet you are beckoned
and approach
because your heart
is an empty pail,
and thirst listens.

Fred LaMotte
original title: "Hearing"


Yearn for more
...don't linger in any spiritual benefit
you have gained,
but yearn for more,
like one suffering from illness
whose thirst for water is
never quenched.



I have been an [explorer] and still am.
But I stopped asking the books and the stars.
I started listening to the teachings of my own soul.


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