“Communication” [Internet site notes series - Human Social Networking]

Seven feelings basic to all folks, each hold
As single, or a mix, so we are told;
We cannot hide them, all folks act the same;
Degree may shift, but we know all their names.

So think of someone; ask two things, you’ll see –
“How do they feel ’bout world? Engaging me?
Scan seven words – one rises to the top,
And then you’ll know “Should I proceed or stop?”

Is happiness the way they live their lives?
Is happiness the state for which they strive?
And is it still the way this person views
Their world when such a one encounters you?

Is sadness, deep or surface, now their tone?
Mixed in with other people or alone,
Are they just over-all quite sad today?
Or maybe sad is how they live each day?

Now anger at the world, or shown to you,
Is hard to miss when it comes into view;
What is the burr beneath their saddle bright?
What change in life would set their world aright?

Fear (dogs confuse with anger – watch you don’t),
Is all around us, anxious persons won’t
Be at their best, so stay alert for this;
Perhaps engaging will restore their bliss.

Surprise cannot be faked, although we try –
Folks read expressions well, then with a sigh
Say, “Maybe next time we can pull it off”
(That’s good surprise – about the bad, just talk).

Contempt, disgust are numbers six and seven;
They’re different – one looks down from pseudo-heaven
As demi-god; the other throws up lunch,
It’s so revolting, sometimes in a crunch.

Three thousand other messages we send,
Which instantly the others comprehend;
A disconnect when we’re not of a piece,
Begs “What is missing?” Answer brings release.

A fleeting “Hot-spot”, or expression short,
Can mix in, sending out a great report
Of micro-feelings – that’s where you can delve;
Eyes, ears, nose, throat, a single message tells.

For over half our info, body, face,
Let others know what really is the case;
Then thirty-eight percent comes from the voice;
Leaves nine percent from one’s linguistic choice.

Computers read the seven feeling-moves
Unique to each, in combo – it behooves
Us to be real, accept we cannot hide
Ourselves; for in our bodies each resides.

Thanks Lord for this.

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