The Power of Sound

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The trick of the eye
that sees what is not mine,
of skin touches what
remains external to me
of a mouth ready to taste
and imbibe from the world,
but then – of the ear that receives sounds
which find their landing in the heart,
filling my body with a shared
vision of our humanity.
I think about this,
and close my eyes
and without sight I can
contemplate what is left of me,
I still my thirst and desire for touch,
but the sounds – they remain,
the soft wisp of breeze, an insect in the throes of life,
the sounds whip through all the hollowed spaces,
cutting into the parts of me that come from behind
generating the possible spaces of our universe.
A picture is a slice of we have seen,
but a sound whispers and rattles,
beckons and haunts and braids our lives together,
and harkens to our ancestors and our unborn children,
and knows nor beginning nor end.
 
– TS

Upside Down In Its Right Place

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To stop,
For even a moment,
To allow the nature
Of awe to sizzle the bones,
To think of fish swimming
In undulating, Turner skies,
And bird nymphs chirping
In the ocean’s depths,
To marvel at warrior
Bamboo shoots
Just beginning to grow,
And goddess scents
Betraying the fiery red
of her earthly incarnation.
To imbibe what his here
Before us,
And reach for her
Mothers and fathers,
Her sisters and brothers
Beyond. – TS

The Unity of Seeing and Hearing

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i can’t always see it,
the array, the splendor,
for the thoughts that
wrap me in a bubble
of my own making,
for the worries that
know well how to make
clouds of a clear world.
 
i can’t always hear it
the melodious song
for the sound of my
own voice casting
sure things into doubt,
for the loud clap of
negativity i have not
learned to keep at bay.
 
but it is here.
it is always here around
me, and inside me,
a wrapping of sweet,
sweet senses
and i am here with
all of this, with the
pure notion of unity. – TS