Listen
Underneath is where it happens.
I listen to the world around me
The sounds of life and joy and pain
The melodies of birds and wind and rain
The rhythms of heartbeats and breaths and steps
I listen to the stories they tell me
The words of love and hope and fear
The voices of friends and strangers and kin
The whispers of secrets and dreams and sins
I listen to the music that moves me
The notes of harmony and discord and tune
The instruments of strings and brass, and wood
The songs of passion and sorrow and mood
I listen to the silence that fills me
The absence of noise and speech, and tone
The stillness of calm and peace and rest
The sound of nothing and everything and best.
About the Creator
Shannon Marie Lemire
Writing is a part of who I am; I go between handwritten lengthy journaling to sitting here glued in front of my laptop. As inspiration hits, I write; following the intuitive nudge on what to share.
You'll see many sides of me here.
Enjoy.
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