OM
after Robert Verdon's "Nada
Brahma"
a soft hum before time began
and a whisper of the first tune
the last echo to fade in time
of a requiem for all sounds
it stays in the ricochet
of falling brown leaves
and the moment between
each drop from a dripping tap
it sings the cadenza
in the heartbeat of beetles
and the loud breath
of flocking mosquitoes
in the noise of crashing snowflakes
and ice melting under the sun
in the sigh of wood burning
and the last scream of vanishing
smoke
it’s the buzz in your ears
from somewhere in time
a distant memory
but maybe you have never heard it?
ReplyDeleteit's all contained
in the sound of
the crash of a wave
aum?
ReplyDeleteare bettles are better kind of beetle?
ReplyDeleteOoops, sorry for the typo. Will fix it
ReplyDeleteA gem!
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