Listen to Me

I love that you enjoy listening to me. It’s especially delightful because I know that you listen to others so often, although not always happily, but still, you desire to hear me too. You listen to my words and consider them fully. I prize the moments when you say, “I’ll need to think about that.” You always return with an answer that is thoughtful and well rounded. I have a deep appreciation for the complete openness you create in our dialog. You never roll your eyes or secretly pass judgment, what a treasured gift. Neither of us ever wants to leave the other while in flow, the conversational compliment is just too good, too pure, and too wonderful. The words are laden with multiple layers of meaning, none lost upon you, or I, such a delicious understanding, one so very rare.

You’ve told me that your hands are your greatest physical embodiment of you because they give to others, affirm others, and hold the ones you love, but I think your best asset is your ears. Your ears hear the words of hardship from others, and then you offer gracious feedback. They take in sorrowful mourning and then prepare a stoic rocklike strength in return. They hear the many needs of others and create plans to answer their call with abundant success, a vessel filled with solutions to help one realize their dreams. Like me, you hear the comedic undercurrent of the world, we share it in our conversations, our laugher melodic at the hidden features so many ignore. Maybe it’s a selfish view of your many gifts, but I’m keeping your ears as number one, for me because you listen to me.

When we listen to each other, I love that our shared words make us laugh and giggle, such kids. The spirited back and forth, call backs for days delight both you and I under cleverly designed supports for abundant laughter, abandoning dark shrouds for a time. The sardonic comedy without a tearing of the flesh, a quiet undercurrent of positivity thrust out of dark realities, thus side-stepping the rudeness of tragedies we chose to ignore. The energy created by our discourse breeds supreme visions that come to life in our minds, mere steps away from budding and vivid creations that could certainly become real life productions. The pillars of our fruitful discussions: listening; respect; confidence; freedom; thoughtful returns; and cathartic laughter. I appreciate these truths, and hold them close, as they are significant.

The pleasure is all mine when I listen to your thoughts reflected back to me in the words that we’ve shared, a palpable essence of which none other is truly able to taste. I enjoy the solidity of support I glean from our exchanges, an unmistakably invaluable gift. I blush with pride at the thought of you listening to me, as mindful creations come to life within, my words igniting passions that drive intense innovations. Does that make me a muse? If so, a most high compliment! Listening illuminates our understanding, making the exchanges pure and real. The swirling energy is a perfected creative nutriment cyclically renewed upon unique interchange foraged from fluid trades within safe confidence that begins with attentive listening between two. Thank you.

C.S. Mack Author