Mary Beth W., 22 Dec '12

Listen. You tell me that you hear nothing, and you are right. But there is a difference between listening and hearing.

Listen, and I will tell you the truth. I will resurrect the talents borne into you, those that have not been taught to you, but still remain in your blood. But first you must listen.

You ask me what to listen for? You are a fool. But that is only to be expected. You, after all, have not been taught the ways of our kind.

What should you listen for? Hmm. It is a good question, after all.

Everything on this favored planet has a song, one that can only be heard if you listen with the deepest desire in your core. The stars twinkling in the distance, the moon and her shadowy children, the dew on the grass; yes, they all are part of one greater melody, one big symphony of voices.

Listen, I tell you!

Do you hear the strain of the ocean's pull against the shore? Do you hear the creak of flower petals unfolding, raising and hailing the sun? Can you detect the faintest cry of a dying bird, off the farthest shores of Africa? If you are doing it right, you should hear all of this and more.

There are less desirable things that some choose to listen to. They make the mistake of tuning into the mortal cries of humans. They become sucked in and enraptured by such a sorrowful creed.

And, alas, one day you find them, dead and gone, turning over quietly in their grave. Do not go that way, my child, for you are only learning. You are only young.

And now can you listen?

Ah, I see that you can! Look at you, your wide, bright eyes glittering with this new found knowledge!

Use it well, my child. Listen with caution.