May I listen.
May I listen with curiosity.
May I listen without noise.
May I listen to the heart of what is being said.
May I hear the heart of she who says it.
May I hear my own heart.
May I listen to the infinite ring of the bell of truth
in all that I hear,
so that I know what is essential
and how to answer.
New York, New York
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