Everything speaks,
The breeze,
The hummingbirds,
The gardens,
The trees,
Birds, squirrels, bears, and bees…
There are seasons when everything speaks,
That is,
Seasons when I hear them well,
Times when I see there is only one story being told and true,
Ever.
These are poetry moments.
Then there are times when I can only listen to their voices,
Recognizing the timber of truth,
But unable to discern the words.
So I walk
and listen
and let them heal me.
Transformation by Dialectic 