A single note, exquisite and clear, Soul acts in passion.

Its sound sets Soul aflame, building resonance into greater intensities.

Oh the bleeding melody, what the ears don’t hear, rapturing Soul within each breath.

Where’s the Sound?

The Seeker caught within the rhythm experiences joy infinite.

Not knowing where the Sound comes from, ITS audible becomes everything.

The single note, eternally resonant, consumes Soul’s attention.

Awareness awakened with laser pension, Soul begins the search.

Feeling free from subconsciousness behaviors, Soul listens.

Like the Phoenix being reborn, passion for life is born in the Sound.

***

A boy, not yet a man, heard a flute play from deep in the forest.

The village was simple, but growing, caught in an economic upsurge.

Though such opportunities were greatly favored, the boy was caught by the melody.

He was told the forest was dangerous, a place of untamed ferocity.

Hearing the Sound play, his heart was being reeled into the forest.

Before fear could take hold, he picked up his knives to begin his journey.

The day ended in a thunderstorm, night dark and scary.

The boy huddled under the canopy of a tree, listening.

The night was filled with sound that his ear could hear, making him feel wrong.

,***

When the flute’s single note audibles to Soul, It suddenly experiences joy.

No ears can hear It except the heart of Soul.

Being within the heart bleeding melody, Soul is free.

Where’s the Sound?

Sound is life, reverberates, vibrational frequencies, heard and unheard.

Our very heart beats to the rhythm of our consciousness.

Our very breath flows to the melody of the universe.

Soul is everywhere and in everything.

The ear limits in audible ranges unable to hear Soul’s beat.

How can we hear the vibrational sound, the audible that flames Soul?

Rising above the limitations of a body’s materiality,

Soul is free to hear the sacred audible.

Inside heavenly universal states, Soul lives.

***

The boy searched for weeks, but couldn’t find the flute’s source,.

Becoming strong building skills of survival.

Individuality is sacred to survival, guiding the boy into manhood.

Months went by in the Seeker’s intense desire.

No longer entering the forest in curiosity, Soul was driven.

Becoming more like a stranger to the village, he prospered.

Years went by as his disciplines allowed him to intuitively walks.

Each step was if jumping off a cliff.

Courageously he neared the source, a cave in tiger territory.

***

The Sound, multiple melodies of varied resonances,

lifts Soul from materiality to enter the Godhead.

Caught within such an individualistic Sound, Soul is free.

Where’s the Sound?

We search everywhere except inside us.

The Soul’s melody, the Flute, beckons to all.

Filled with joy and happiness, Soul sings this note.

Audibles of the ear become so loud, we’re made deaf.

Limiting our natures by such stimulus’, God’s inspiration is lost.

Only the courageous and adventuresome spirit will hear such a Sound.

The source and awareness of Sound is life.

The consciousness filled with the Flute audibles,

Bodies are made possible, while Wisdom is made known.

***

Nearing the cave, surrounded by sleeping tigers,

A Holy man sat playing his lute, unafraid.

It was the lute’s audible that helped resonate the Flute within him.

The boy-man, a true Seeker, moved forward with courage.

This was no ordinary Holy man, serene and illuminating.

It was as if the Seeker was staring at a white light.

Sitting before the old man, the Seeker listened to the Soul Sound.

Barely five feet in height, wearing a long white beard,

The Seeker’s Master Teacher was found.

***

"Man is ignorant of God’s direct WORD.

‘"It’s beyond the human senses, so look within.

"The Flute audible you hear is your beginning."

The Journey into the Godhead begins.