World Song

It was a time when stories moved as whales in the silken folds of the ocean.
It was a time when no one was counting or keeping track of time, in that kind of time... there was a song that the waters of life sang, a drinking song, a floating song, a bubbling song... a wordless melody.
Every stone on the pebbly road had a song, every blade of grass, every falling leaf, each creature had a song, each mood and season had a song. This is nothing new you know, it is this way the world over.
     The music of creation rang out in the ears of all who could truly hear. What did they hear?
     They heard a change in the beat and tempo of the world song that was occurring subtly at first and all at once it began to shift into another song, a song that did not sound like music. The sound was that of a disconsolate infant, a loud shrill murmur began to overtake the world song.
    So it was that the skilled listeners were called together to hear the song and invite the music in once again. The listeners gathered in small groups which split off into pairs. The pairs would converse, discuss and argue about the world song. They would collaborate and co-create new riffs to build a clearer song. Each layer of that song was heard and in the hearing the song began to change once again, into a melody that could be at any moment a laugh, a weeping baby, a tree limb falling, a bird diving into water, the rain landing and merging with the ocean, a litter of kittens being born, the kinds of songs may be short lived, the song itself is eternal.

Life is evidence of ....

Long ears and smiling eyes
A mechanical hand
Fealty for life
How can he dance with causeless joy
cradling life
A precious chore
in the sun and the rain shadow
of a well inhabited day
Heartstrings unstung
by humid weather
lets off kilter music arise
the tone of an out of tune piano
and a player sheer delight
at new compositions
of music
that bare fruit
from a tree composed
solely of light

Around a table
a clamor of glasses
 and a cheerful banter
leads to
silences gracious
heart
where stillness
stands
for a moment
until the ocean of conversation
laps again on the tables shore
The long eared, smiling eyed
mechanically handed body of light
winks with a knowing certainty
that life is the evidence of
a great mystery.