ATTENDING TO THE SOUND

 

The day begins

I crawl through the opening

A barrier between this plane and this reality,

Into the dense images produced through

Attentive Listening

 

Listening for the portal, I jump through

Allowing my body to become the tool

Automatically stretching the sound in my ear,

To the touch of my fingers, through the pen

I am in my body

I imagine space

 

A dark background, the stars like smoke or fog, so dense, so thick, almost cloud like

Pushing and pulling sound

Like a Hoffman painting, thick with color

Meant to open the channels of inner space

 

That one low range

Always the lower chakra

Hitting and stirring sensations

Moving now into a spiral form

Each note expanding

 

Push

Pull