Unease of listening
Episode 4. Blinded by My End: The Midnight Gospel
thesis: deep listening is the most alive
You can get
It promotes deep
Breathing
The unease of restlessness enveloped in our need
To be heard
And the human desire to be understood.
we want to hear our voice, the sounds of our vowels and deep consonants
as we bring on a endless tirade of useless
Facts and stories and dreams
To make the unease of our gnawing
Ache feel less lonely.
we listen to speak
It is an unease of knowing it's our turn soon.
“It will be my turn in a moment, I must have all my words together.”
Unease of chewing is the same as the
Malaise of listening,
Swallowing,
Especially talking.
Do you let go of yourself a bit
When you deeply listen and feel the other person’s
Strained out thoughts?
Let go, listen to the eat and chew and breathe
In the direction of
Unease
Go toward the unease
And open your world to a
Truly divine,
Eternal Universe.
About the Creator
Melissa Ingoldsby
I am a published author on Patheos.
I am Bexley is published by Resurgence Novels here.
The Half Paper Moon is available on Golden Storyline Books for Kindle.
My novella Carnivorous is to be published by Eukalypto soon! Coming soon
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Comments (8)
I hope I’m a good listener! Very well written!
How do you write this with such effortless beauty?
The Mystery of Otherness. 🙂
I love these ideas! “Go towards the unease”. 👏🙂
Do you let go of yourself a bit When you deeply listen and feel the other person’s Strained out thoughts? These lines resonated so deeply with me! Loved your poem Merly!
Excellent poetry, got be captured by the words used 🥰
Awesome!!! Loved i!!!❤️❤️💕
This is both profound & profoundly beautiful, Melissa.