Whispers Calling
I listen to the whispers of the stars as they call out for the creation of all things. I ride with the wind as it drifts through time to present a case for what was and what is. I think of memory and the dance of it through the visions we see before us. If my being were not to be, if my life was never to have existed, what would the charge of mine be…. if not me then what? I look to explore what the river of life wants to explore, as itself, instead of what it can be interpreted into. I begin to bridge the world of understanding with the totality of existence. I drift to the space between all where all is born and I look to what it means. The birth of a star mirrors the touching of a hand, the smile of care penetrates deeper then the crashing of a meteor. Small and large do not exist without the reference to see them. One and another do not exist without a source to interpret as such. I allow myself to drift into this space and see what I feel, see what I find see what is possible when I am not there in a collection of history but a rhythm with the flow of all that is.
I often wonder why I explore into these types of places, why I create entire experiences outside of the normal patterns I see in every day. I wonder why others spend so much time in the world of 10,000 things when the whispers of the stars are constantly calling. Do people forget, do people not know, do I listen to a song that no one else wants to hear, I really have no idea. But this is why I go into these places, this is why I love for my soul to be what it has always wanted to be. I have seen so much and explored so much in the world and when I look I see the dance of it all, but I also see the song that ties us all together, no matter the form that interprets it. This is why I honor the song. I see the dances, how they change, how they flow, how they move and twist through the experiences of our lives. But I see that it is the heart song that pulls us all with only the gentle whisper that we chose to listen to or not. I wonder to myself, what song are we singing?
Vibrations
I wonder about the vibrations of songs and energy.The waves of creation expanded from the point of possibility. And in one instance, one single impossiblity of it all, everything aligned perfectly to do what is said to not be. I look around and everything that is before us is a result of the impossible. In an infinite of nothing pattern, it was altered forever in a single moment, and has since birthed the wonder of all existence. But….is it not the song? Is it not the way it was always meant to be, to vibrate out into all that is. Are songs not the waves that still hold us from the first signals, is that why they speak beyond what statistical mapping our mind achieves? The vibrations of all that is still calls to us, the whispers are always there. I listen, I will never stop listening. But where it leads, what threads vibrate alongside mide, what songs I will be woven into I have no idea. But I am not afraid to fail, I am afraid to never be open.
I cannot wait to run in the wild, to explore the natural world, to forget all that should be and allow all. I ride with the wind and see the skies and when the song hits me to my core, I smile, I am lucky. A deeper part of me is alive than has ever been before, and I will share all that whisper with me, and maybe we can hear the song together.
