In his poem “Listening,” Rumi writes, “There’s a moon inside every human being. Learn to be companions with it. Give more of your life to this listening. As brightness is to time, so you are to the one who talks to the deep ear in your chest.” I love this description of the heart. The Latin word for heart is “cour,” which shares a root with the word “courage.” Deep listening requires bravery and resolve. I try to lead with the “deep ear in my chest,” especially while writing in my journal, where I make sense of my life, process trauma—and, most of all, listen. To do this, I disrupt my identification with my conscious, egoic mind. I agree with Einstein, who said, “The mind is a wonderful servant but a terrible master.” I attune to what wants to be expressed through me. Relax. Receive. Explore. Eavesdrop on the divine. “Rumi’s Field” arrived while engaged in this practice. The poem is a pep talk from a higher power transmitting information I needed to hear. It calms me. It took time to cultivate the art of letting go. For years, I associated yielding with giving up. But I’ve learned to appreciate the sexiness of surrender, the gifts that come from intimacy with my inner moon. I hope this poem conveys that.