The Quiet Inside
The first thing to learn was how to listen, and so the boy sat, in the middle of the forest, knifeless, cold and blind, trying to hear something he hadn’t before. Sometimes the old man’s voice would rasp close by, but never the sound of footsteps in the leaves.
The boy listened to the wind, and the animals, the water. He settled into the quiet inside himself. He learned to really hear.
He heard the music of the sun’s rays, the movement of earth, the grass grow. He listened to the stories of the trees.
Then he found his voice.