Monthly Archives: July 2010

causal reply

i hear the instruction of sound

the layers, the depths, the information

the density carried in aural waves

mundane sounds become high teachings

the nature of that which is arising

all things in motion creating sound

every particulate moves in some fashion

of its own in causal reply to another

you who have spoken to me

are now part of this poem

i am nothing but sound

i am everything of sound

interpenetrating, vast, infinite and finite both

more subtle than matter yet

primary, ground, base, core

this carrier of information, prime

communicator, speaking to all that is

ever present, overlooked, overheard

without intent, conveyor and purveyor

simultaneously of energy sensory wakening

my heart breathes in this vibrant matrix

how often have i shadowed myself

not having pause in the listen

the subtleties feeding, nourishing,

potentializing the deeper still within

listening even now  the pulsing of life

i heard the other day that all sound

originates from the first sound ever

that all sound carries with it  even now

primordial matter   the event of which we are

from the shadows

this morning   it felt better to sleep   and to stay asleep

yet as the moment came to awaken

my heart    found rest     in the shadow light

and the dormancy within    had a new voice

the body calibrated for the light   of day

while the heart in wait   exploring opening with

the shadows all around and layered through

now   shadows welcomed and resting

the softness   calming nourishing inside

deep in shadows i am   like you   like we

but tasted on the tongue   as clear medicine

takes a whole other pause   breathing into

surrendering to the weight and the lightness

of the mastery of what is held   complete   within

having taken

having taken what was offered

having taken the cast off, shed, forgotten

what no longer had a home or a heart to tend it

my heart became full, full up, weighted, borne

of burdens not my own yet mine nonetheless

tending tenderly tentatively landing home

having taken in, in here, not that there isn’t

an infinite capacity within, but what about

the fit, a resonance, a lightness of being?

having taken in only to give up, give over

resting in free space, an emptiness of rich order

lacking nothing, born of that which is now arising

this way, of responding to clear, calls me,

calls me out, calls me to see the subtle nature

of interplay, interaction in the field of knowing

the weight of things within and without

as the way of clear can be to enter even further

in to the very thing that blinds and obscures

losing sight, it rests with the spirit to guide,

to inform, to dissolve that which binds me

within a hold that brought edge, nourishment,

truth at one time, yet not at this time as it is

surrendering to what is loosens my grip and

frees this very tightness of the bud to its release