I
Can you feel the sounds around you?
in your body?
in your mind?
Can they touch your skin and make you warm?
are you vibrating with them?
or vibrating on your own?
Is there a tone to your body?
a harmony?
a rhythm?
Is it all connected?
can you hear it all as one?
one big orchestration of vibration.
sound..
touch…
sight?
Can you listen with the body?
Can your feet hear the traffic outside?
the voices below?
the not so gentle hum of machines
far and near?
Is it beautiful?
iS It sTrange?
Is it sad?
or magical?
Can they listen to you?
these sounds you hear?
Can they speak as voices speak?
or sing as vocalists do?
And speaking of speaking,
is there another you speaking?
the one inside your mind,
the one that tells you many things,
the one that puts on plays for you?
Can you hear the melody?
in what they are speaking?
If they are them,
then who or are you?
The one who is speaking?
or the one who is listening?
What is it like to listen,
when sounds don’t have a name?
What are sounds like without ears?
Without a head?
There is a concert
happening
all around you
right now.
Can you hear it?
Can you play it?
Can you let your realizations go?
Can you enjoy your delusion?
II
Wandering imaginary landscapes
Breathing flashes of illumination
unwound to misunderstanding
over and over again
Folding into mu
these crystal idols
revered
waiting to be broken--
The Body
A Monument
the body a vestibule
The body
a vehicle
The Body
a score The body
a sound
The body
a Witness the body
an instrument
the Body
an ocean The body
A Storm The Body
outside the body
the body unbound
The BodY
A Machine
the body
desire the body
No body
The Body nobody the body
inside the
Body
t he body
eLusIVE
The body lost…
the body found.
Hundreds..
Millions…
little eyes
little ears
little tongues
noses
minds—
in stillness
or in slowness.-
The edge so clear
that the edge falls away
and the body is (no more)
III
Am I dreaming?
this body
these sounds
sights
sensations
formation of mind.
In stillness I wait
for an image
a sound
a landscape to unfold
from the depths—
Captured
Hypnotized by its pull
I forget I am dreaming.
Can I dream?
knowing I am dreaming?
one foot in the door of awakening
the other in the depths
Countless times awakened by thoughts
awakened to another dream.
Is there nothing to hold on to?
No certainty to be had?
Mirrors reflecting mirrors of consciousness
unending, incessant
I awaken to caste symbols
to apprehend the reality prior to
awakening
Elusive, enigmatic
it escapes
dissipates like vapor to the sky
and these symbols
etched in familiar fabric
expound a version not at all the same
faint remnants of something too far away
to harbor light
or a momentous truth
What is this strange bridge between
these worlds?
this transmigrational tunnel
this highway among souls
a great vessel of the cosmo’s?
veins of a goddess?
And where am “I” and what is this?
Am I still dreaming?
If I can listen for the one who is listening
can I dream the one who is dreaming?
This I who writes as I am now,
questioning the “I” who writes,
pondering the other I who knows
far more about this I than
this I knows of it
this I of this and that
left and right
true and false
clocks, names and games
and this other I
who doesn’t know they are dreaming,
who forgets itself
who questions little
and knows a great deal.
Can I dream
knowing I am dreaming?
Am I doing this now?
and am I alone?
or are we together?
Dreaming—
Moving—
Listening—
IV
Are we dreaming together now?
as we move?
as we listen?
Could we…
Listen to sounds together as if they are our last?
Touch the spirit of the depths and be brave enough to share?
Perform an intentional act of unintentional birth?
Record some places we like and make a sound collage?
Make some rituals for the sun?
Make sacred the ordinary tasks of our day?
Sing the same pitch before we sleep?
Remember others are remembering to remember?
Make visages from our subconscious, and perform a play ?
Make a festival, to celebrate our imaginations?
Speak directly with only our eyes?
Sing to the full moon, wherever we are?
Perform a slow walk, all through town?
Perform a concert, a fire as our score?
Make an altar, to house the memories of our dreams?
Make rituals to thank the earth?
Write letters to give to strangers?
Share our fears, and make them curiosities?
Remember the sounds of childhood, and create a circus?
Spend some time talking with plants?
Practice some backwards motions throughout the day?
Amplify ourselves writing whatever comes to mind?
Play the thoughts each other are hearing?
Perform an action intended for another place?
Mirror ourselves mirroring each other?
Make a collective act of surrender
Play the rhythms of our heartbeats until they are in sync?
Whisper our dreams in the dark?
Forget ourselves and make a friend of unknowing?
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