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