3.3.25

The day dawns 

with remembering

like little feet 

running backwards 

through times

wave ever

rolling towards

the I whose

only mission is

to awaken to

the depths of 

this mystery.

My child asks if there was an original language

and I smile inside, trying to explain a reality

i myself am only touching the surface of

“yes” i say, It has to do with sound itself,

the language came from the sounds,

the meaning contained within the act of making sounds.

I’m becoming aware

that my soul,

having steered me in the direction

of scrubbing the stagnant

clinging karmic detritus

from my spinal foundation

now asks that i begin to 

learn to decipher the notes

within the music of the spheres.

A path we all (for those who have ears to hear)

must follow