Quietly listening
Come into my mind and have a quiet seat,
the chairs draped with dust covered sheets.
Gently move and fold one out of the way,
sit and listen to what the echoes have to say.
There are past lessons to learn hidden from view,
if quiet enough, they will teach them to you.
I've listened, learned, and sit quietly a lot,
the most comfortable chair is my sitting spot.
Safely in the corner, so I can see down the hall,
many empty rooms from which the echoes call.
Come enter, sit, and take in what is being taught,
perhaps you will get some answers you've sought.
If sitting is not what you want, then walk around.
Just keep the noises and make sure there's no sound.
There are magazines and books piled in stacks,
with no order to them, it's something that lacks.
Peruse the pages and pictures, but quietly read.
Take note of the blood stains from my minds bleed.
Look in each room to view and open any of its doors,
ignore the old footprints I've left on the floors.
They will mislead you on any rememberable path,
doors that will continuously move error the math.
I have valleys flooded, mountains, and farms,
many animals in my mind roam, none with arms.
There are oceans, seas, rivers, and streams,
many noises flow and the ghosts, the screams.
Sit, stand or walk, just listen to the echoes voice.
Once you enter take the time even change your choice.
Now, please if you are up to learn from my minds in,
then come and let us quietly together enter and begin.
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Author:
Maplespal (Pseudonym) (
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- Published: May 29th, 2025 05:30
- Category: Unclassified
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Comments1
A kind invitation for understanding. Nicely written in metaphor. Very nice
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