Conversations

Perhaps one of the reasons there is mental unwellness in the world 
is because we are, most of us, alone in our own minds.

Alone, or surrounded only by the voices of other humans: songs, words, people created thoughts.
(And the far end of the imagination spectrum is delusion, the madness itself.)

Depression, anxiety, apathy:
perhaps they are all results of 
a one sided, compulsive conversation 
because there is no other source of input.

Most of the time, in our cities or houses or cars,
there are simply less voices 
of the life around us.

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When I go into the forest, into the jungle,
into any place of wild that is not majority human or human made consciousness,
The voices are all around me:
the plants, 
the birds, 
the water 
and wind 
and rock.
The earth and the soil and the unseen.

When I can be still and listen,
our human made world does not stand as sane.
In the presence of the wild song,
it is exposed gently
and given permission to pass away
like an exhale,
leaving only the heartbeat of life
and
truth.