Poetry|heart-song
Slow is the Grounded Tone
Blanketed by Winter’s Warmth
Slow is the grounded tone — deep breath into low winded sound — faint songs crackle of fire. Blanketed by winter’s warmth — heaviness — silence — whispering sacred songs.
Gradual quickened pace — voice rising with urgency — dipped in a crescendo of rushing wind. Faint drumbeats building — world spinning — light-speed.
Reactionary behavioral tune — squelching beliefs — willingness, openness — entering cavernous imagery. Abrupt pause — leaning into silence — sudden drop to a heartbeat hushed.
Silent —
our mindless monkey-mind racing — faster than global spin.
Shift —
soften voice — floating upward gentle as the bird calls — soft chimes, distant flute.
Stillness…
and aviary chorus, coming to our aid.
Return to opening phrase — lighter, more joyful — with wind softening — harp notes rising and waters replacing Canvas’ flow.
Blanketed by winter’s warmth — lightness, and rejoicing song.
Final crescendo — voice clear, heart-centered — choral voices swell — backdrop and bell tones ringing — faded breath.
Heart-song —
clearing the way.
~Ani Po
First snowfall, promising six to twelve inches, not questioning the timing of things, looking forward to the blanketed silence of All That Is. In silence, songs surface — with a new heart’s flow.
