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by Peter Evanoff

"I wanted to say white
            and it came out green.
"He said blue; I understood black.
"When he repeated, I didn't listen to him."

Now, sitting down at the edge of my time
I look back and laugh.
Words do not trouble me any more,
           because I'm learning 
                        how to speak with my being.

I practice to listen
             with my soul.

And when any dialogue comes
           to a dead end
I can always open new roads
             in the infinite space of my heart.