The inner magnet sings <br />like flower to bee; like bee to flower - <br /> <br />Some traditions say, that <br />we all have an inner sound; which <br />we can train; or can leave it be.. <br />as gold for Midas; Midas, so, for gold; <br /> <br />and this, it's said, calls pupil to their teacher; <br />teacher to their pupil; it is <br />that yearning to know more <br />that draws the two to unity; <br /> <br />anmd so the holy men <br />show no surprise to see you there <br />(unsure, nonplussed, and wondering..) <br />at their holy feet which are not theirs.. <br />holy chicken, holy egg... <br /> <br />so here I sit, pen down, and silent, still, <br />loving this idea; asking nothing; <br />treasuring, now, this sound <br />I cannot hear as yet; <br />and yet, may be as loud <br />as pindropp silence in the heart: <br />the lovely sound <br />of listening itself.<br /><br />Michael Shepherd<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-inner-magnet-sings-like-flower-to-bee-like-bee-to-flower/
