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emptiness is ceaselessly singing itself into existence

shhhhhh – if you’re very still and silent
you’ll hear its unstrucksound –

the so and hum of breathtide
the murmuring thrum of bodybeat

and in the spaciousness too vast to be contained
within a bony cranium

you’ll hear the choirs celestial:
the harps, the pipes, the tinkling bells

the bee-buzz and the cricket-chorus
the roaring, flaming om

and you’ll hear it all
without turning an ear

…

if you’re curious, and want check it out
you’ll be amazed:
for in that blazing silence
the hearer and the heard
cannot be torn apart

– ml