Tonight’s Quadrille challenge at dVerse offered by Victoria is to write a 44 word poem including the word Sound.
whispers of wind
rustling trees
birdsong at dusk
rhythm of my footsteps
padding on the grass
frog jumps in pond
splashes in my consciousness
a ripple of thought
at the frequency of now
stillness falls over me
cloak of magic
feather light
nada brahma
Notes:
In the beginning was sound, the word, and the word was “God.” Yet we complicate the original meaning of the words – forgetting our root, deaf to the sound. Forget that the whole point of our “uni-verse” is to bring us towards the oneness.
My father said, “This sound [vibration of God] is the source of all manifestation….The knower of the mystery of sound knows the mystery of the whole universe.” Who is not listening?
Nada Brahma, Nada Brahma – all the world is sound. And anything that vibrates reacts to vibrations. [Berendt] At times we put out a signal unaware of its unique imprint and shocked when it returns to us as a harsh reflection, sometimes misunderstood by all.
Sometimes we are on different frequencies, or have static in the atmosphere hindering our communication. Yet, we feel and want for the same things – oneness, connection, fulfillment, athomeness, joy, open arms and unconditional love.
What is the answer? What is the question? To be free to be who we are and free enough to accept others the same way, no matter what the radar bounces back? Or to keep the same frequency back and forth, back and forth – even though boredom sets in, never changing the station?
Or to be quiet, communicate only through feelings, symbols, telepathy, negating the voice that was given us for expression?
As we forge our way through the brush and rock, swamp and smooth sailing in life, we can feel some relief knowing we are perfect in our imperfection; for true perfection is static and dead.
Each of us is a note in the sound of God, singing our own song; sometimes in unison with others, sometimes solo. Joy, anger, fear, hurt, forgiveness, love, passion and compassion, expressing all the colors we are. Let’s not deny the god that we are.
And within this symphony, cacophany of sound, there is harmony, and one song emerges between us all. And the song is God.
© 1998, 2002, Estelle Nora Harwit Amrani
Paul Scribbles 
First I did smile at that sound of the frog (an old pond I think)… so very zen… but most of all I love the frequency of now.
of course a nod to Basho there. Glad you enjoyed Bjorn.
Wonderfully esoteric feel to this, Paul. Stillness falls over me…contrast with the narration you share–in the beginning.
Thanks Victoria. I am inspired by this prompt.
God must be a blackbird then.
God is.
Blackbird, or just is?
Aha! 😉
You mean I have to die to find out? I’m hoping for the blackbird then. I could listen to him forever.
Then he shall be your God methinks 😉
If one is required.
Indeed.
my concept of God has moved a long way since the catholic days. Now i see a divine essence/ spirit that permeates everything and unfolds moment by moment….we should enjoy the now…it’s all we have.
Sort of Pantheist? I could go with that. Anything really that doesn’t involve sin and guilt.
I guess Pantheist would cover it although it’s not a term i was familiar with until now 😉 I’m with you on the guilt and sin thing though.
Spinoza.
I just found him. Next on the reading list.
I like the sound of him.
Me too.
a ripple of thought
at the frequency of now
Knowing you are a musician….and a drummer….the vibrations of life are the essence of life. Wonderful comments you’ve included here. My son once wrote an essay in third grade defining sound. He became and excellent drummer and pianist! 🙂 Sounds — another language for the soul.
Thanks Lillian. It is all about the vibration.
I love all the natural sounds you bring together, including an echo of Basho in the here and now ‘frog jumps in pond – splashes in my consciousness’ :o)
Good spot Zenia. Glad you liked my nod to the master.
;o)
LOVE. Love the Basho moment.
Me too 😉
I love that moment of stillness….very deep ~
Thanks Grace. It is I believe where all sound is birthed.
Metaphysically & poetically we are brothers. You are Paul, but I’m not Peter. I was taught that a thought has no powers until the words are uttered; their vibration creates reality.
Thanks Glenn. Your words vibrate at the frequency of my heart.
So true, Paul; I like that you included the notes. Parts of my doctoral dissertation in Metaphysical Science stressed that the world is sound, and we must be mindful of the sounds/vibrations we contribute to it. Great work!
Thank You Crystal. Sounds like fascinating research. Is it published and available to read?
I think that’s true, Crystal. And we must be mindful of what we contribute to it. Nice poem with notes explaining this view of sound, Paul.
Reblogged this on Dr. Crystal Howe.
…rhythm of footsteps … frequency of now … cloak of magic … so many lovely phrases. Thank you for sharing the notes … a fascinating read too!
You’re welcome Bev. Thanks for dropping by.
Is that Basho’s frog splashing in your consciousness, Paul?
Of course.
🙂
Gorgeously abstract!❤️ You totally rocked the prompt, Paul 😀
Thank You Sanaa
“padding on the grass” … This is my favorite line.
Then this section:
“splashes in my consciousness
a ripple of thought
at the frequency of now
stillness falls over me”
Thanks. Padding from my inner cat 😉 The other phrase was inspired by Basho.
Fascinating.
Thanks.
All songs ping, like ripples in a stream. Fascinating thought. They do reverberate, sometimes the way we like or not. Wonderful sound Paul
We are all creatures of energy and sound vibrations, it’s just some of us don’t hear the beat of the ancient drums
I love your quadrille Paul and the quote after. A favorite line from your poem: ‘a ripple of thought
at the frequency of now’
This was very haiku like, Paul, which I think made it even more meaningful. My own perception of God has become manifest more as the vibrations that everything in the universe possesses and the subsequent sound current that emanates. Really enjoyed this.
Absolutely wonderful. I believe our poems on sound are very much related. An O, an M, one OM.
So joyful, Paul. My favorite is ‘frequency of now’, although I did chuckle at the frog haiku reference.
So much beauty and reverence in the sound of nature and much to like about your depiction of it.
‘…splashes in my consciousness…’ yes, that’s the way. So many times we tune out sounds, but suddenly we become aware. Love the thoughts of the *notes. 🙂
I’m happy that you expressed yourself in the extra wording that each of us is a note in the sound of ‘God’ and we choose our vibration to unite or disconnect. Your poetry ‘sounds’ unite with time and nature. ❤