Shut off one sense to make the other stornger

Sometimes you just gotta close your eyes and listen. Shut off another sense to make one stonger. This morning, she sat outside, looked into the sky and drank my cup of water. With eyes closed  she listened to the black and red bird spiral rattle songs into the air as another tooted, the small grasshopper rattled back and forth with the bird, their music putting  her  in  transe.   She then  began prayer to soar high and break free of worry and obsession over those who were so indifferent towards her existence they they wouldn't care enough to give her air if she were dying. Trying to mean something to those who mean her no good. Trying to control life when all it will do is go on about its business of transformation one way or the other.