Ode to The Art of Listening

Is it you,
whom I am searching?
Whom I truly believe in,
"The Art of Listening".
You are the love
that I am lacking.
You are the link
that I am needing.

Please stop by my window
let your love gently caress
the pain in my heart,
for my home is drowning in sorrow.

Why are there wars?
Why are there borders?
Can we stop destroying?
Earth and humanity,
the family that I embrace,
can you hear me?
Will you help my family?
Stand together and
dedicate their lives, to each other.

Help me see through my ignorance,
give me the knowledge of education.
Show me your compassion,
for all of us need to be forgiven.

I promise to work hard
at sharing your kindness,
at cultivating your attentiveness,
and spreading your benevolence.
I want to reach out,
teach the children to listen.
Their future is in the near distance,
they need to understand,
what are work and dedication.

"The Art of Listening",
you opened my eyes.
You helped me travel the universe,
you taught me how to trust.

I can hear you whispering,
life is a long journey.
No need to always
be in a hurry.
Your vision of the way
is the path I need to take.
The journey will never end
for it is not important of when
but how and what I care to achieve.

Rest for a little,
step back in time,
Learn from the mistakes,
to lead the future on.

You once have saved me,
I owed you an apology.
Regretfully, I did not listen;
I let hatred fill my destiny.
You once helped carry
the greed I created,
the ego I invited.
We struggled, and almost lost,
but then we reunited.

Is it you,
whom I am searching for?
"The Art of Listening",
the heart of everything.

"Listening" is an art of love.
Fill your action with care,
stamp out the fire in your heart,
learn not to separate each other apart.
I can swim with you
through oceans of misery,
I promise to stay true,
all you need to do
is "Listen".

It is you
who changed my heart.
You connected my soul,
never to depart.

If no one has told you,
I want to be the first.
If no one believes in you,
I want to spread the word.
"Listening is an Art of Love",
it is in your eyes,
it is in a human's clumsy touch.
Just "Listen".