Spirit’s Song

There is a music in silence.

It rises from the ground, green and growing,
Tendriling around my feet,
Tickling some forgotten bloom.

It wafts from the sides, around my body,
Embracing me in delicate
Wisps of the softest breeze.

From my head’s crown, settles a song,
Interlaced with all creation,
Bejeweled in beauty immeasurable.

The melody seems familiar.

Past all seasons.
Past all thought.
Past all knowing.

The song is centered
At the heart of me,
Where it beats a rhythmic force.

So joins the woven song,
Voices long ago heard,
And too, the still becoming.

Until we sway and lift

From this earth, before bound,
Into the greater inner beyond.

mj