I sit and talk with The Universe every morning, yet the Grand Revelation remains elusive

I ramble on, words running from my mouth like overflowing buckets of wash water

Thoughts and plans, of grand adventures I have yet to pursue, of goals I have yet to complete

One after another, no ending near.  A sentence with no stop or pause, for breath or insight

Then, this morning, I realized, to my shock and offense, it was only my words I heard bouncing back, echoing against the vastness of the open sky

The Universe sat there, silently, politely nodding, as one does to a child, that just won’t lay down for a nap, continues running on and on, with exhausting narration, in her mind, about all the things done before the nap, and all of things to be done after the nap, whilst conveniencelly escaping the act of the actual nap itself

My lips sealed, then poked.  I became unloved, uncared for, unwanted, all in one rush of bottomless emotion

It was in that new silence, I discovered, truth.

In a wave of sound, first gentle, then immaculate, a crescendo, I heard The Universe speaking.  The conversation continued on.  It was never a tired monologue, but always a deep dialogue.

In the chirp of the bird, the whistle of the wind, the rustle of the brush, the chitter of squirrel, the roll of the river against the shore.  There, I heard The Universe, its language plain and clear.  Every answer to every question.  Yet I had made my voice so loud that, until this very moment, I could not hear.

Q. Lenise Lee, 39744