Unshared warmth making me feel
Inadequate
Untold tales making me feel crazy
Ears of stone,
Although patient, remains silent.
patience seeming too heavy with
words drawn out in low frequency. Amplitude unknown.
Reverberating in this Cathedral we call life. Muddled by high pitched egos. Like a bird singing it's mating song. Unheard by most. Unwanted by some. Too faint to be obvious. Riding the valley of the waveform to an undefined pique.
In dire hopes that mother Earth knows best.
So sing on sing on.
Until the sun sets.
Then dance with the nights moon. Drawing the patterns of free spirit with mind, body and soul.
Sleep then comes to wash away the ache of the singing and dancing for a moment.
And as the new day commences I realize a truth.
While I sit in solitude.
I'm finding myself amongst a multitude of reflections.
That the song I sing is no different from theirs.
The dances of patterns is part of a bigger picture.
The solitude I feel is an illusion.
The love I feel is restrained by thought.
It is patient and it never dies.
It is the high frequencies that do not hurt. Vibrations the ego can emulate but cannot sustain.
Being one with ourselves and with each other. Repairing the schism preceding it. Defeating the illusive thoughts that separate us. Until we sing in harmony. A Symphony of vibrations as one. Filling the cathedral with majestic song. Turning stone to water. To fill the space of ignorance and fear. Until the walls burst. As the dust clears the light will shine upon us.
And as we turn our minds eye to face what was, we will see there was nothing but ourselves. And the space that our love has fulfilled.
