POETRY
Charging The Sense of Sound
A worthwhile spiritual experience

I silenced my senses for a while All except the sense of sound I heard all chromatic sounds that surround As if my monkey mind was in an oblivion all along Even a little pin tuned in Whispers of soft breeze The rustle of leaves The birds tweeting their own songs The chitter chatter of beings around
My body serenaded by sounds alone So much life, so many vibes Every frequency traced back to a life, or an unforetold vibration Sometimes wrapped in a mystery of its own This wholesome experience Focussing on one sense Unfurled a wonderful part of life Disguised in waves of sound Collecting as thoughts Gaining momentum bit by bit in their cocoon Until those parts inside became a butterfly And again longed for those varied healing — sounds.
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