Have We Lost the Desire to Listen?

It appears there is a lapsed instinct for interiority

For turning inward

For spiraling deep into the dark

For following the reverberations to their source

But there is destination

Only made known through this kind of sacred silence

And when taken in

Held by the listening

The fragments of space are able

To be coaxed into companionship 

For this kind of silence

Must matter to us all

For in it is the source of our deepest stories

The deep underworld of our dreams 

For which we were made to listen

And as the silence is settled into

We are released

Unfettered from false expectations

For this is not some hunt for clarity or inner light

But a re-enchanting of our very heart

For true listening 

Often rejects a direct pathway

Rather is subtle and shy in its revealing

Longing instead to listen in wonder