Walls Have Ears

Walls have ears
I’ve heard it said –

An inner sensitivity
That reaches down to subatomic core
Far beneath their superficial hardness
Where silence calls
In endless refrain
To heed its deep-felt yearning
Behind the din of every thing

We too have ears
With which to hear this inner, noiseless calling
Beneath the clamour of everyday demand
For our attention

Whether we hear the silence or the racket
Or both within each other’s reach
Depends on whether we use our ears
Partially or fully –
Or block them off
Behind a wall of self-sealed privacy
That chooses not to care for them

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