Random mid-rashic notes on re-entering America: Trying to hear the Voice of Love daily.

As the roar of America’s elections take over the airwaves, I’m still-and even more-listening for that pure still quiet Voice of Love, which defines, names claims and contextualizes us all, and sets up a kind dialogue between friends.
We were in the womb, and something loved us, and brought us out, and gave us names and meaningful paths. That’s enough to be thankful for.
It becomes a discipline here, as the frequency and volume of America will break your ear drums, but hopefully not our heart drums.
As an artist who perhaps listens too much, it is a hard and easy time to hear what is Real.
The Voice of Love inside us is both quiet and enormously loud, (Elijah noticed this existentially!) once we tune into that station. Love toward ourselves, others, and something perhaps a bit bigger than us. Love is whispering our real names daily. But she requires us to tune in.
Every time I fly back into this country, I need noise reduction headphones on (reduce the “noise” to hear the Love-start in yourself!), but then if I listen well enough beneath all the daily dialogue and rhetoric/ entertainment of the moment, until I hear the tone of Love, that kind true fatherly voice….we go deaf to hear..I hear the poem of you, as a beautiful endless one worth listening to forever.
But to overhear this level of dialogue between us, requires a bit of focus-some spiritual radar!
They turned the volume up here, so I’m going back to older frequencies of being human.
Of course, I wish the politics and nations could take days or even years of silence, so we can all have room to hear the inner voice of Wisdom (knowledge applied in Love). To be a safe place for dialogue, discussion or active listening-would be a great calling now for “leadership” nations. That requires humility and depth listening.
Will that happen. Perhaps, one day, but for today, I scuba dive daily spiritually, until I hear, feel sense, that strata of Love, towards myself, others, and even the nations as they contend. And treat them all, including myself as friends.
The Voice of Love can be found everywhere, but it takes some time to learn to listen well daily.
I was at 911 it was easier to hear the voice of Love that day, (monochrome) than now. We must need to tune in on a deeper level than ever then. I’m trying. To channel love you have to hear it daily, hourly. Love is the ultimate context to interpret our text.
Perhaps, this is the best instant in history to consider the voice of Love, beneath and within us all. If, God is Love…..every-time we love or are moved by love, we enter in…..to our own names!