1. <br /> <br />I came to the place of listening, <br />Where I heard a terrible thunder <br />And rumblings of great chaos. <br /> <br />Frightened, I wanted to leave <br />But a soft voice said, 'Please don't.' <br /> <br />For a long time after that <br />My ear could discern only sobs <br />Till finally, Silence came. <br /> <br />2. <br /> <br />A mouth appeared in the darkness, <br />Crying, “I am the voice of the Heart! ” <br />From the mouth came forth <br />A drop of sparkling light <br />That was also a golden note. <br /> <br />The drop became a world <br />Which began to unfold a Story. <br /> <br />3. <br /> <br />As I watched and listened, it led me <br />Down through history's chasm, <br />Back to the dawn of Creation. <br /> <br />I saw the first man, the first woman <br />Clothed in their naked love. <br />When they turned to show their faces, <br />I saw that each had my own face! <br />Reaching out their sinuous arms <br />They pulled me into themselves. <br />Then for eons, unreflecting, <br /> I lived their pristine life. <br /> <br />4. <br /> <br />Suddenly, even First Forms <br />And Faces were stripped away. <br /> <br />I flowed as the rhythmic <i> bolero</i> <br />Of life from the very beginning, <br />The Music of the Soul, <br /> <br />A procession of colorful garments <br />Woven, re-woven from fibers <br />Of ones that had just been discarded, <br />Millions of melodies' garments <br />Of tumult and peace alternating, <br />All possible permutations. <br /> <br />At last, I re-dressed in my own threads. <br />The Night of Tales was over. <br />I returned to myself as I had been — <br />But clean as a new Creation.<br /><br />Max Reif<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/poem-of-listening/
