I am the texture of raw silk
the coarseness of this California bedspread
the softness of Pashmina earlobes
the friendly ocean breeze whispering good morning.
I am the droning boats purring by
the children's screams of discovery
the gargling fountain splashing sounds.
I am the opening and closing of squeaking gates
the slamming of hotel doors
the rushing helicopter chopping space.
I am the warmth of the sunshine and its lack
I see beyond these three walls
far beyond these objects
palm tree paintings and chocolate furniture
melt into Me.
I hear the depth of the sounds delivered to these ears
they originate and vibrate in Me
I am left with an infectious friendliness
unwound from the thoughts of my mind.
Tips and tools
- Stop what you're doing right now and listen. Notice all the sounds that you can hear. If you like, write them down.
- What am I hearing right now? I hear a car wooshing down the road. A dog talking about the car wooshing down the road. The furnace fuming. The refrigerator gurgling. The fly buzzing against the window pane. I hear the sounds of my own breath. I noticed the sounds of my own thoughts. I can hear the words that I think. I can sense silence underneath it all.