I would like to share with you a lovely poem I have just received from a client. It speaks of empathy and deep listening that form a magical space of true communication.
We sit across from one another
and speak of trivial matters;
of the weather, of your heartbreak
of your new cobalt scarf.
I touch the threads of that scarf
to get closer to you.
Now, no one speaks
and there’s room for the truth
In the quiet, while I hold on to that thread,
our masks slip away
and the gods and goddesses can finally enter.
Three of them:
sit filling the empty spaces between us
and take their tea.
In this circle of gold the lines between us blur
and we speak of mystical matters;
of the weather, of your heartbreak
of your new cobalt scarf.
a domani,
E
March 19, 2009
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Very beautiful, very mystical. A famous theologian once said that eventually we shall all become mystics, I suppose in order to truly communicate.
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