The Lyrics From Billys Forest Chapter 109

There are so many subjects attached to this particular moment of thought moving in forward motion. We could spend time talking about intuition and how we choose not to listen. We know of an approaching change in our personal seasons but rely on outside objects and gadgets to keep us free of the weight. It's almost like turning up the car radio to the point of no longer hearing the clanking in the engine section of the car. I often wonder if we spent more time listening and not reacting how much more successful we'd be as professionals and just regular people in normal clothes. My brother Teddy was a brilliant listener. He never went into a circle of people without walking out with a fan base of new friends. I think it's because he allowed others to have a voice. No matter how angry they may have come across or depressed, it was through his art of listening that he was able to help heal. Most of us don't have that kind of time. We're always rushing to the next big event. Then when it comes time to deal with the moment the art of our listening left a lot of gaps in the real story, which means now we have to make it up. One of my personal joys in life is sitting in a room with no sound. Listening to air move allows bird songs from distant trees to take shape in my imagination. I like driving without the radio on. I find tremendous peace sitting inside this recording studio overtaken by sound proofing. There is a place for your imagination everyday. When you stop trying to fill it. Your walk in forward motion begins to locate discovery. Know in your heart before there was Google there was the art of listening.