Laying back on propped up pillows, listening, replaying the lesson that I couldn’t hear through yesterday’s static, I surrender myself to it in the calm predawn.
A soft tingling grows in my ears, as the fine-haired tentacles within their canals reach for wisdom from my soul.
Wordlessly, the response runs from my eyes, tears filling and running from them. Two paths from each eye, from the inner corners they run along my nose and into the edges of my mouth, salty water dipped out from my soul. From the outer corners, they run into my hair, a few slip into those listening ear canals.
Sometime, in the silence after the recorded words, I slip back into slumber.
Awake again, I feel the peace of simply letting go.
Naked Soul Thoughts 