Resonating Soul Sos

Multi-channel stream meanders in the carved valley, concert of murmur cascades melody on sculpted rock. I place my ears on the flow of the whistling air, but the sound of music flies past me unheard. Summer rains fall in torrent on parched tree, the rhythm of aria ripples on dancing leaves. I keep my subtle senses alert in the scene, but the symphony fades away unperceived. Out of sync sounds I can’t relate to, dissipate in the depth of silence. From the cacophony of unnerving distraught clamor voices return unlistened to where they came from, for the stark reality remains hidden unsaid in unreachable abyss of marooned minds. On the winter path tracing infinite distance feelings freeze like sleet on trail unwalked. Buds of emotion withers away unbloomed in the forlorn frigid shore of arctic hearts. I want to reach out to all these cold people, but their faces drift away like formless cloud beyond the sea of silence. On the tranquil shore of life waves of tempest break, the palace of fantasy I build with the sands of time, no one comes in, collapses in water grave, for people disappear in engulfing noise of wind-swept trees and surging waves. Detached, I hear the primordial tune within where slice of universal soul in me resonates with the sound of silence. July 28, 2019