Analysis of WHEN I LISTEN

So many things are seldom seen or heard,
from coyote stalking to songs from a bird.

Too self-absorbed with delusions of life,
suffering reigns from self-imposed strife.

Living condenses into a bumbling sensation.
Eyes groping downward miss so much of Creation.

I feel that need, to see savor and relent.
I know no best time and so redact the dire extent

of past misgivings and listen!
All things become refreshed and glisten.

The new, and the old are separate, together.
The mind will race, relinquish its tether.

Feet march in place, and stars twinkle and linger.
For this is where my heart:

…..can taste your anger,
….......absorb your pain,
….......…..inhale your love,
….......….......when I listen.