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

The Song of Love. {Poem}

Tammy T. Stone

Tammy T. Stone

To allow our selves to be loved by others can be so much harder than to love, to receive, so much more difficult than to give. We also know that we can’t really come into the full blossoming of love if we cannot hold love for ourselves … this poem emerged on a day of struggling to feel in my heart what my head understands through other means.

The Song of Love

by Tammy T. Stone

Sometimes I lose sight

Of how mountains need no

Help standing,

Grass never wavers and

The ocean has never

Stopped moving.

There is another truth,

Harder to remember than

The rest,

That those with whom

Love has grown

Will not stop

They will not stop

Waiting for me

To awaken

To the song they

Hold in their hearts for me,

Loud and resonant,

A song that came into

Life

Long before I could hear it,

And rests in gentle remain

Every time I forget how

It goes.

*This poem was originally published on Women’s Spiritual Poetry.