listen.
It is our listening
that keeps Goddess playing.
our attuning
that re-weaves the world.
The question: “What am I hearing?” a prayer for understanding;
a benediction to the curious,
ever-opening, pulsing divine,
that lives in our listening
to the space between
wood and ears,
between thoughts and breaths,
between the sparkling of our tears:
that lives in the sound.
Her existing a reflection
of our ongoing attention.
Retention of the essence of life
found through remembering the rhythm,
the rhythm, the rhythm, the rhythm,
the churning vibration
pulsing our resonant heart strings,
that is the sound what lifts our wings:
sound is what lifts our wings.
If we could hear the symphony our blood makes in its pumping,
the wonder found in a baby’s birth, in a baby’s first breath,
how rivers sound to each other,
we would know
Goddess lives.
She lives in the sound.
(listen to the audio recording of Niema speaking this on soundcloud)