The rock vibrates, the air is riven Like ripe fruit splayed on a summer's day The bird's song is used to call a mate, Warn of danger, find a nest... If you listen you will hear our Universal music on the street, in the air. It is not the splitting of reeds, The thrumming of strings, The thrusting of air, or tambour of skins. It is the passion and yearning to fully become that which we already are. To reach out and express... to become connected and more whole. Erase the din of noise and hear the music. It is all around.
Spirit cuts like water though it all Carving out this emptiness So inner eye can see The soaring height of canyon walls within Walls whose very color, texture, form Redeem in beauty all my life has been The darkness and the light, the false, the true While deep below through my parts To resurrect my gravebound heart Making, always making, all things new.
