May I always be open to
New ways of seeing,
To the simple, the fresh, the innocent,
To children’s prattle and ingenuous gaze,
For their truth is nearer the secret of living
Than talk in high places or learned tomes.
May I always be open to
New ways of hearing.
May I roam freely in new avenues of listening
And, whatever my passions are,
May I hear caution, may I hear balance,
And may I mistrust my need to be right.
But may I trust in the open heart,
In my own inner truth,
Unabashed, unashamed,
Not caring what a fool you think I am.
Margaret Gill
Apologies to ee cummins
See http://www.margaretgill.co.uk and I hear music and there’s no-one there
