The worst of communication is the inability to listen;
and, therefore—all the misunderstanding.
If I tune in that true,
non-audible conversation of energy,
vibrating between you and me,
whilst we politely converse
about matters of no importance,
a parallel dialogue emerges
from the core of my heart,
channelling through
the cord between our hearts,
and communes
what words could never do:
communes
like a river of melodic notes,
with balsamic whispers of serenity.
If I look deep into your eyes,
and sustain your gaze:
I can see your soul!
I stare like a mute,
with words fading upon my lips:
I can feel your heart,
palpitating, inside my heart!
A purple horizontal cord
vibrates between our minds,
that dazzles us with discernment:
do not fret! —it is only our souls,
in harmony with the frequency.
Communication should be harmonious and pleasing. The beauty of hope should be co-jointed with learning. This is definitely an amazing poem that gazes with hope and beauty. An excellent and thoughtful sharing is done here...10
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Wonderful poem. Feeling the energy between persons, in tune with the infinite. Excellent