My unborn tune sang in the silence

Of the formless realm beyond the veil,

Waiting to be conveyed into this world.

It sang to me before I could hear it as

I lost myself in the crowd’s commotion

And drowned in the sea of white noise.

It called out to me in the background

Behind the monotony of everyday life

And the humdrum of worldly existence.

Suddenly, life broke its regular rhythm,

Turning into chaos and dissonance then

Escalating into a destructive cacophony.

When the tumult settled, I lost everything

And became empty and silent at the core,

Transforming into a hollow instrument.

The crowd’s voices receded to the back

And the sea of clamorous sounds parted

As I began to channel a distinct tune —

It was a melodious aria spiraling out of

The indistinct hum of the multitudes,

Born out of contrast and opposites.

© nightdawnday
p.s. Leave a comment if this resonated with you. I love to hear your stories!

3 responses to “Instrument”

  1. Beautifully perfect of what we experience and are!

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  2. You write about society’s ignorance of dualism yet within duality lies threads to a third path to quantum union….. for those who choose to perceive it.


  3. infinityresonance Avatar

    Beautiful! Thank you for putting words to the unfathomable… This makes perfect sense to me, every bit of it 🙏

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