Here
to listen for the soft unqualified sound
that
mass, at a molecular level,
makes
in maintaining its solidness.
To
eavesdrop on the growth bursts
every
tree life exhibits
contributing
to the call of spring.
To
snoop on the lengthy conversations
of
stream water engaging placid rocks in passing.
To
spy on radiant heat’s response
to
surface rebuffs with the dance of overheating.
To
hang on to the subtle sound of clouds appearing,
and then everso, disappearing
all in one span of sky.
To
know that sound is the essence of structure
beyond,
below, and behind,
what
is apparently presented to us,
yet,
generally in silence.
We
go with bang and thud,
blam
and boom,
thump
and crash,
roar
and screech,
thunder
and bellow,
rumble
and reverberate,
and
a whisper and a holler.
These
all appear as results,
the
follow through as the aftermath,
the
conclusion of some other cause.
But
behold, the sounds that precede.
The
sounds that shape and structure
the
harmonies of the universe.
Sacred
goes before us,
without
us saying, sighting or hearing.
Our
reality is contentiously myopic unto ourselves.
We
use our sense to indulge rather than explore.
Everything
new to us
is
put into our petting zoo-mentality.
An
entitlement mindset expects it to be this way.
We
are all free to be prisoners of the unknown,
preoccupied
with the commonplace of identification
as
out ultimate goal.
Such
is the beauty of audience mentality,
when shared.
Yet
we hear with prejudice, as if identifying,
and
deny with simpleminded function to cause.
If
it is not within our limited sensory range
and
it does not come to us
as
such and made evident
then
it has no life to us
even
though it holds us,
all
of us,
easily
in the palm of its grand . . .
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