l i s t e n
I awake from my slumber as thunder rumbles, lamenting and tormented in the distance, sharing with me a calamitous tale. I gaze quietly into the darkness, listening to the protesting winds as they share their groans and complaints with me. I no longer believe that I am the only one who can hear the cries of the gods. I am not the chosen one.
I can no longer see through temple walls or clouds of thick black smoke.
I am mortal and impermanent.
Words are no longer whispered in my ear. I see no visions of the future. I carry no keys, maps or objects of significant importance. Light does not shine from my soul. Clocks tick regularly when I am near them. Oceans and beasts do not tremble in my presence. My words do not charm snakes, change lives or divine the future. I do not know the location of the lost city.
However, I do know what you want. I know who you are and why you are here…
…and I am listening.