These sounds are formless
And morph into song.
I think I’ve heard them before,
God on my tongue.
I was a purpose before
A search had begun.
It was on purpose,
Just to exist.
No reason, but reason.
So that what isn’t just is.
Now my body is made up of song
I don’t know when to sing.
It flows like my breath,
I’m attached to mostly invisible things.
I think of the sounds that just sound,
Without a question,
Just playing the air.
The freedom of flow.
Knowing the unspoken known
That’s always been there.
I think of the sound that’s inside
Preceding even a thought,
A singing unsung.
I’ve heard this before,
God on my tongue.
Someday again, I hope to be only
The sound that just sounds,
The sound inside…
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