I am listening so I know where to look
when I hear that seductive language
of surrendering in victory of what
is unknown inviting me to know
that outpouring of the cornucopia
of experience that turns my ignorance
into knowledge, the delight of knowing
something new. Almost always
it’s a voice that turns my eyes, my heart
and soul, that joins the human and divine
reminding me I am of that mixed blood
of time and eternity. It may be that God
breathed life into Adam but it wasn’t
until Adam spoke that God knew Adam was
alive – I seek that golden echo.
-Byron Hoot
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