Sound and Words

[Guest guest]

How do words speak to the Soul?

In the beginning was the word

And the word was unknown

Words rested

In the Unborn Buddha Mind

In emptiness,

An echo of timeless memory

Pulling itself from a trance,

As it were,

And remembering itself as

Singular vestiges of Love,

A returning echo

 

And Then

The word was spoken

Language was born

Misunderstood, misshapen

Misread and rehearsed in the verses

Identifications with subjectively and

Objectivity were born,

Oblique and hence quiet forlorn

Silences are spread in chasms

Unsaid and oft read between the lines

Of sentences strung together by

Particulars and particles of beings

Who hear what they want, a

Highly trained selective listening process

Gleaned as education and higher

Learning, sometimes considered

Both a modicum of thought and

Subtle

Conservation of energy

 

Now we run against walls,

Walls of words against words

And beings who speak words that

Conserve not energy and so become

Destructive in nature, intent on

Conserving secular thought without

Thought to the thinker often forgotten

In the context of barging in unannounced

And walking without thinking or

Remembering the sounds of a

Distant thought, a distant howl,

An echo

Of the original thought:

Who loves and who hears echoes

As

Sounds are gathered in the first

Breath of Life

 

And so Light is born in the memory of Sound

 

 

 

 

Love,

Ana

 

 

 

 

 

[Guest guest]

In a message dated 11/3/2005 2:28:24 AM Pacific Standard Time,

Nisargadatta writes:

 

Now we run against walls,

Walls of words against words

And beings who speak words that

Conserve not energy and so become

Destructive in nature, intent on

Conserving secular thought without

Thought to the thinker often forgotten

In the context of barging in unannounced

And walking without thinking or

Remembering the sounds of a

Distant thought, a distant howl,

An echo

Of the original thought:

Who loves and who hears echoes

As

Sounds are gathered in the first

Breath of Life

 

And so Light is born in the memory of Sound

 

 

 

 

Love,

Ana

 

 

 

I wish I could have said it as eloquently.