Hum

 "Adau Bhagavan Shabda rasahi: in the beginning, the Lord created the universe through a stream of sound." ~Vedas

Before the invention of thoughts

we sang ourselves

to sleep.

The day melted back

into humming,

the humming into silence,

silence into a breath

of the Beloved.

Of course the stars

were not yet born,

and the moon was still inside you.

Lay your head

on my shoulder now.

Listen with all

your heart,

and I will teach you
nothing.

Om is too stuffy, just Hum like a bee. Humming is not only the prayer that creates worlds from silence, it will strengthen your immune system. A gentle hum stimulates your vagus nerve, that tree of life in the center of the garden of your body, the burning bush of neurological fire that Moses saw in the Cloud of Unknowing on Mount Horeb, from whose flames the voice of the formless resonated 10 Sefiroth, world-shaping angels, usually mistaken as "commandments" by humless intellects trapped in a fruitless tangle of opposites, which is that other tree, the knowledge of good and evil, black and white, male and female. Forget the opposite, just Hum. Let your Hum sink down into your heart where it becomes the holy Name, the river of sound that sang galaxies into matter out of the black hole of womb silence. Your Hum is the song of Brahmari the bee Goddess,  vibrating through your skull hive, soothing your hypothalamus, opening the almond fragrance of your amygdala, lighting the chandelier of your pituitary in the ballroom at the center of your brain, polishing the blue pineal pearl whose arrow of Shakti opens your forehead eye. Let all your cells make golden honey of the Hum, dripping down the back of your throat into the subterranean temple of your chest, flowing into the grail that sits on the alter of your sternum. Hum stars through your bellybutton. Hum sap through your root. Humyoni humballs hum moonlight into seeds. Hum through amphibious caverns of your body where unborn suns sleep. Hum.

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The little poem at the beginning is from my book, 'Nectar Of This Breath.' The painting is 'Honeymoon Bhramari' by Mani Price.