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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
and the murmuring thrum of bodybeat

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-song and the cricket-chorus
the roaring, flaming om

and you’ll hear it all
without turning an ear

if you’re curious enough to check it out
you’ll be amazed to notice that
the hearer and the heard
cannot be torn apart

~ ml