By George Wolfe
POEM
I began singing the moment
creation breathed,
Whirling melodies
Set to the meters of heartbeats
and quasars
Heard only when the ego sleeps.
I began singing before there
was darkness,
While time still slumbered between
the future and the past.
My drone is the first partial and
the endless curve of space.
Come,
Sing with me.
Close your eyes and lips
and follow my song
To its sacred source
Where sound and light dance
together
Beneath the golden rays of knowing,
Trying their best to awaken you
from history’s dream.
This poem comes from Meditations on Mystery: Science, Paradox and Contemplative Spirituality, published by Dignity Press.
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