Song of the Infinite

You move through the center of me

Like a river
No beginning, no 

end  

Song of the Ancients

Song of the Cosmos
Song that can’t be sung

You sing me into existence
And back into Silence
Song of the immigrants
Song of the children
Song of the powerful
Song of the faithful
Song of the heretic
Song of the warrior
The only song that has ever been sung

You are the Music
I am the Lute.

Play.

(Photo of Alisa Weilerstein, by Lucio Lecce)

This Immensity

The dismantling is happening in earnest now.
These forms we have worshipped as
Our very self,
Our unassailable spiritual truths,
Our god given powers,
Our dreams and visions, our limits,
Our fears;
These containers of our knowing
Can no longer hold the immensity…
And so they are shattering everywhere,
Within and around us.
Sri Ram Jai Ram Jai Jai Ram...
We are awakening.


(Sculpture by Paige Bradley)