Tonight’s Quadrille challenge at dVerse offered by Victoria is to write a 44 word poem including the word Sound.
whispers of wind
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
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