When the noise dies down
and what’s left is the silence,
I open myself,
tentatively at first, then
with slowly growing ease,
to whatever has been waiting
to finally be heard.
JDG
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aholdingplace 
The flow of this poem puts me in a meditative state. Thank you, I needed that. 🙂
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Fabulous, Joan. Describes the process of deepening “attunement” perfectly .
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