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.