Snippets of a mind

listen

Listen.
What do you hear?

A car outside, with slamming brakes,
A sound too piercing to be ignored.
The humming of a fly, as it circles around you,
The occasional "bump" as it hits the window.
The neighbours upstairs or downstairs or next door,
Yelling in fight so you eavesdrop their quarrel?

Close up your ears, place your palms atop them, like snow over winterridden fields.
Take a deep breath, watch the world die away, lock it out from sight and sense.
All that is left is the humming and mumbling of what your surroundings are made of.

Listen.
What do you hear now?

Can you hear the endless rush of your blood inside this body of yours?
You're alive and hence you feel and see and taste and hear.

Listen. What can you hear as the rush of your blood reduces itself to a quiet whisper.

A heart beat like a ping pong ball,
In exchange between your palm and ear.
The numbing pulse of a recent wound,
Not quite fresh but still clearly there.

Maybe a heartbeat apart from your own,
Followed by tender fingers on skin.
Or is it the pain of not long ago heart break,
Oh to recent to be a memory yet?

Listen to the feelings that bubble inside you,
The potion you keep brewing each day.
Yell with your anger and laugh with your love and cry as despair get a turn.

Don't let them take you but listen closely,
As they whisper their ways of healing.
Tears are allowed to fall from your eyes, and your heart is allowed
To pound through your mind.