listen . . .

she calls out. her breath leaves her lungs and floats upward. she speaks to the sky. the sky answers with silence. she speaks to the trees. the trees remain stoic. she begs for the forest to give her answers. the forest keeps its secrets its own. she pleads with the birds to listen. the birds continue on their own journey. she wonders where that leaves her.

her journey began with a dream she woke from. she looks back and wonders if this has been a journey at all. from there to here seems cyclical. she woke to spring and she waits to awaken again.

biology opened her eyes after a winter spent dreaming. like all biology she occupies a space, a niche within an evolutionary design. there is another part of her that feels her awake-ness in a more palatable way. she feels divinity in this other side of herself. she feels divinity in all of it, the sky, the trees, and the birds - they are bigger than their own matter. bigger in what way? she does not know. she seeks answers to their bigness. she asks for knowledge. she asks for enlightenment. she asks, but receives no reply.

"can you hear her?" she asks again, a futile mantra repeated again and again to no avail. "she needs to know. time trickles by and she waits for answers". her words rise, directionless, into the air and float away as her body pushes her closer to the edge of frenzy.

"who is she? where is she? why is she?" her body tells her these questions are inconsequential, that forward is all there is. her other side pushes her in a different dircetion. her other side, her heart tells her to stay. her heart tells her to wait. her heart tells her there is more. her heart tells her to listen . . .

"listen?listen?" she has been speaking for so long. her journey has been about searching, about seeking, about finding answers to the questions she poses. could her answers be hanging in the air around her?

she listens.

listen...