There is no more important act than to give the world the gift of your true nature.  Open from that place and the world will step up to enfold you.
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Listening
My father could hear a little animal step, 
or a moth in the dark against the screen, 
and every far sound called the listening out 
into places where the rest of us had never been.
More spoke to him from the soft wild night 
than came to our porch for us on the wind; 
we would watch him look up and his face go keen 
till the walls of the world flared, widened.
My father heard so much that we still stand 
inviting the quiet by turning the face, 
waiting for a time when something in the night 
will touch us too from that other place.
William Stafford
 -  A Scripture of Leaves, 1989

There is no more important act than to give the world the gift of your true nature.  Open from that place and the world will step up to enfold you.

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Listening

My father could hear a little animal step, 
or a moth in the dark against the screen, 
and every far sound called the listening out 
into places where the rest of us had never been.

More spoke to him from the soft wild night 
than came to our porch for us on the wind; 
we would watch him look up and his face go keen 
till the walls of the world flared, widened.

My father heard so much that we still stand 
inviting the quiet by turning the face, 
waiting for a time when something in the night 
will touch us too from that other place.

William Stafford
 -  A Scripture of Leaves, 1989