The Breathing Universe

The tremor begins not in muscle or bone, But a stirring within, a seed that is sown. A current unseen, from the depths it does rise, A language unspoken, reflected in eyes. Before articulation, a feeling takes hold, A story unwritten, a truth to unfold. The breath, a foundation, a pillar of air, That carries the essence, the burdens we bear. Each timbre a landscape, a history etched, The cracks and the whispers, the lessons fetched From valleys of silence, from peaks of delight, A tapestry woven of darkness and light. It's more than mere sound vibrating the ear, It's vulnerability offered dispelling all fear Or masking it bravely, a shield held up high, A fragment of spirit reaching for the sky. The silences too hold a weight and a form, A pause for reflection weathering the storm. The unspoken agreements, the tensions that hum, The unspoken longings, the kingdom to come. So listen intently beyond the facade, To the yearning beneath, the path that is trod. For in every voicing however subdued, A universe breathes, misunderstood. This day is a threshold to hear with new grace, The symphony human in time and in space. To honor the source, this wellspring profound, Where the self finds its echo and meaning is found. ©bfa041625