The magic of comunication

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