My cat hears it before I do.
She lifts her head from my lap
and cocks her ears.
What is it?
I ask.
Her eyes widen.
Then the ribbon of sound
lilts on the morning air,
a high call,
a harmonizing wail,
and the full chorus
sings in the dawn.
Such is the practice of
listening to the subtle Voice,
the singular Sound.
Surrounded by silence,
I cock my head
and tune to the trilling Love.
Only in the stillness
does it come
and with one purpose:
To remind me who I am,
this bountiful, eternal wisp of God,
as tender as that first coyote note,
but ever expanding
into the full chorus
of my true being.
And the melody only strengthens,
teaching me how to live
that wild Love in all life,
and pass it along
to my cat and dog friends,
my mate and neighbor,
filling the Universe
with its sweet song.
Oh this is wonderful Lesley, your words make the connection feel so simple, singular, natural and powerful. Thank you!
Thank you, Chloe. I’m glad the process sounded that way. It’s definitely getting more so, the listening becoming sweeter and sweeter as the relationship develops.
Thank you! I had a coyote encounter last week. All beautiful ♥️
Happy to hear about your coyote encounter. It is always magical to meet up with the wild souls on this planet, a true gift. Thank you!
Very beautiful images from a Shabda viewpoint.
Thank you, Bob. Beautiful images…isn’t that the key to it all, putting that Most Beautiful of Images in our third eye more and more. 😀
Beautiful in its simplicity and clarity, as always in your poetry.
Thank you, Niki. Happy to hear you connected with it.
Lesley: What a great reminder of those sounds and the inner feeling of love that I am Thank you for all you give to me.
Beautifully said, John. “The inner feeling of love that I am. ” That definitely sums it it. Thank you!