Poem Of Listening

1. I came to the place of listening, Where I heard a terrible thunder And rumblings of great chaos. Frightened, I wanted to leave But a soft voice said, 'Please don't.' For a long time after that My ear could discern only sobs Till finally, Silence came. 2. A mouth appeared in the darkness, Crying, “I am the voice of the Heart! ” From the mouth came forth A drop of sparkling light That was also a golden note. The drop became a world Which began to unfold a Story. 3. As I watched and listened, it led me Down through history's chasm, Back to the dawn of Creation. I saw the first man, the first woman Clothed in their naked love. When they turned to show their faces, I saw that each had my own face! Reaching out their sinuous arms They pulled me into themselves. Then for eons, unreflecting, I lived their pristine life. 4. Suddenly, even First Forms And Faces were stripped away. I flowed as the rhythmic bolero Of life from the very beginning, The Music of the Soul, A procession of colorful garments Woven, re-woven from fibers Of ones that had just been discarded, Millions of melodies' garments Of tumult and peace alternating, All possible permutations. At last, I re-dressed in my own threads. The Night of Tales was over. I returned to myself as I had been — But clean as a new Creation.