I listen to rain’s soft drops, come to Mark Nepo’s Seven Thousand Ways to Listen: Staying Close to What Is Sacred and read that there are over seven thousand living languages on Earth. Might there then be seven thousand ways to listen.
I pause, welcoming and allowing breathing to flow. Tissues wake and skin tunes. Reception opens antennae like eyes.
[We] will not perish for want of information;
but only for want of appreciation … What we lack is not
a will to believe but a will to wonder …. Reverence is one
of [our] answers to the presence of mystery.