The Waters Within
In the deep waters
the expanses of Self
where stillness lies
and eternity rests
the things of the World enter in
and skip along the surface.
Like a stone thrown by a hand.
And the ripples,
our reactions and responses
tell the tale of who we are,
outline the regions of the World that is within.
Defining them, as if someone was reaching in
and feeling the textures of the surfaces.
The stone touches down and a wave is created.
Something is released:
Upon its birth
it has no earthly form,
it’s shape then moulded
with the rough hands of the Mind.
But before it is a thought, before a word or action
it is a soundless wave
carrying the frequency of the vibration
at which the Self resonates.
Such is the song that we sing.
At the core the notes are made.
And through the lines and connections between hearts
we can hear it.
© Dalida Iruoha.