Oscillations

You kept it close,
hidden deep in the forest
of your being.

Spellsounds, the rhythm
that held so much underneath–
what came before, and also
the possibility of entirety
constructed out of something
beyond thought, beyond reasoning–

It became like singing,
a chord that vibrated both
inside and out,
flowing from brain to blood–

It had no source, no need
of one—just this blanket
of aliveness, hungry
for untamed light–
glowing waves of particles
that could neither be
located or contained.

For earthweal, where Brendan asks: How else are we to sing?

I’ve spoken before about how sometimes (usually when meditating), when I’m very still, I can hear the air. I was also thinking about Heisenberg’s Uncertainty Principle. In the end, we are only, like the rest of the universe, particles and waves.

26 thoughts on “Oscillations

  1. I love it when meditation takes us out to the wave perception. I think if more people experienced that the world would be a better place. You capture the uncertainty principle and the oscillating between wave and particle well in your poem.

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  2. I LOVE this. A few times, meditation lifted me off to another dimension, so this resonates with me. I love “it became like singing……this blanket of aliveness, hungry for untamed light–” Beautiful.

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  3. I see so many things in that image. From a distance it looked like a skeleton in the center. Closer it looks like a man in a dark suit. Was just reading about the universe being made entirely of vibration. It would make sense if it was. Since we are sentient, it follows that if we are made of vibration that sound is sentient. Blows my mind.

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  4. I know it’s a trite way to begin a response, but what you invoke here resonates between Maria singing “The hills are alive with the sound of music” and Simon & Garfunkel’s “The Sound of Silence.” A rapt fullness if we would only listen. I love walking very early in the morning because human activity is at ebb and you can hear the wind and an ocean of other things up beyond and inside it. Lovely response Kerfe.

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    1. Thanks Brendan. Yes those peopleless Covid lockdown walks in the park also created that feeling for me. Humans are loud and tend to make true listening difficult when there are too many of them around.

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