“just be still and listen”
was taught to me by my elders
to connect to the lines of spirit
between all beings
made more loving for the teachings
vibrating in those golden threads
like rhizomes between plants
like prayers in the air.
they said you can’t hear the answers
if you’re always asking for them.
so I try to sit and listen,
so still I won’t scare the voices away.
r. l. elke
Wonderful poem. Advice given without scolding . Interestingly, I don’t recall ever having specific conversations with my varietal elders – though I am sure we must have, somewhere along the line – but I am very aware that it was demonstrated. Just sitting, contemplating, observing, meditating – whatever. So it just seems natural to me. Ive now read this poem about a half-dozen times. Very moving.