measure by measure
the music makes
its way between the stars
to enlighten the dark
& your life glides
through time on hymns
of om
day-by-day
year-by-year
the centuries relax
riding the wind & sky
of angelic harmonies
‘til the sound stops
or seems to stop––
when the i reaches death––
the zero point
where the edge is steep
& the ego tumbles down
though much is lost
much remains––
the spirit rises up
to join the descant voices––
the finest, highest essence
in creation & the always
is-was-&-will-be
at the center of the perfect silence––
the perfect sound––
the sound we hear
without ears––
comprehend without
a brain
the love
that acts without touching
& embraces all being
simply because
being is